Monday, September 6, 2010

Day 809: Big Bang, Baff, Big Booms & Bunker

Our day starts off wif a big bang as we board the trolley for a big surprise adventure, and my excitement grows when I realize we are headed in the direction of Campo Blanco and not any where near Casa de Doctor Mark!


And I was not disappointed when the trolley came to rest at the House of the Herd, and me and the Bleu quickly de-board and trotted off to meet our friends for a romp in their private dog park!


The Bleu had a big time, but I immediately began prognosticatin... I did not like one bit at all what my barometer was tellin me, and I was pretty happy when we all gathered back up to return to...


Oh, no. I almost forgot that House of the Herd on the front... is Mister T Day Spa in the back!
The cool water felt good on this hot day, and the suds and attention took my mind [momentarily] off of the darkenin skies.
Buddy has the right idea. He is inside playin the rug, on a counta he know that rugs don't get baffs.
Why am I first? If I'd had a little warnin, this would not be happenin!
Meanwhile, Dylan and Cane are waitin their turns wif the eagerness of good boys. I promise you, nobody like a good baff like the Cane!
Am I finner than you fought under all my fur???
There is the Bleu workin up his nerve to whisper the sweet nuffins to his girlfriend, the Porter. She is easy to pick out in this pitcher, on a counta she is the only girl!
It won't be long now... I'm on the Rinse Cycle.
Aha ha ha ha. And now it is Big Boy's turn!


Gosh. He's skinny, but he's HUGE! And just like me, he love Uncle Tom, errrrr... Mister T!
I have been brushed and towel dried, but I am nervous nervous nervous. The skies are darkenin; the wind is pickin up; and the peoples are conductin spa business like certain doom is not impending whatsoever.
Me and the Bleu love the attention and sweet nuffins said to us by our the Aunt Madison!

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Now...
Weatherwise, fings went from mildly upsettin to pretty darn bad quickly. And as much as we hated runnin off and leavin our good friends and family, we abruptly took the Express Trolley [in which I had my first mobile nervous breakdown] back home.

I spent the rest of the day, cocktail in my belly and fundershirt on my back, in the bunker wif my the Mom.

I have come out long enough to eat dinner, do little businesses and write you this note.
I am now back in my shirt, as another band of rain is passin frew. We can hear it rumblin, but it's not nearly as bad as before. Please to the T.S. Hermine, turn the noise down so we can get some sweep tonight!

Oh. And in case you were wonderin.
That spot on the Bleu nose do not wash off!
Just sayin.

5 comments:

Life with 5 dogs said...

It looks like everyone is squeaky clean! You all seem like you don't mind getting a bath. We hope everyone had a wonderful day!

The Thundering Herd said...

Rusty is sending you his most calming zen - it works just like a thundershirt. Best wishes for calm skies.

Khyra And Sometimes Her Mom said...

Khousin Merdie and I have the paws khrossed and we are sending SPECIAL *WINK WINK* thoughts in your direkhtion -

Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra and Khousin Merdie

houndstooth said...

Oh, Luke, we suffered the indignities of bath time this weekend, too! We feel your pain!

Hopefully those thunderboomers are already past you and you're dreaming sweet dreams!

Bunny

Sam said...

We hope the storm was a quick one, just sayin'!

Sam