Spent some quite some time in boaf my jammies and diggin in the bunker this afternoon and also some time under the Mom's feet while she tried the old "act like it not thunderin" routine...
And at point of my near nervous breakdown, she offer me tasty treat what she say she hate to give me but it taste real good so I don't know why she hesitant... And besides, I soon feel not so scared and instead of diggin, I sweep in the bunker!
And skies are much better now and I beed alternatin time in the yard wif sweet naps... and the Bleu is all ways up and down, in and out, wif the me.
Poor the Bleu in the cone. He don't seem to mind wearin it, but he also taken to standin in middle of yard and act like he don't hear the Mom callin... on a counta he not wear it out of doors.
I bit conflicted bout this whole Bleu bobo thing, on a counta I don't wanna wear the cone but he gettin lots a tension from the Mom. Ever time she go to doctor him, I flop down at her feet. She always doctor me first, but she not foolin me... I know she pretendin. And the Bleu, he don't mind me goin first on a counta he know he gettin real treatment!
Crazy times in the House of Bleu's!
P.S. to the Aunt Karen, yep we still got Minnie Pearl beds wif the tags still hangin! Gonna have to whip out my blunt nose scissors! Just sayin...