Day 750: Specialest Of Days!!!

Today is the Specialest of Days, 

on a counta it is 

My the Uncle Tom's Very Happy Birfday!!!

Here he is givin me some good brushin and lovin... and the best part is the fings he is tellin me, while the Cousin Cane looks on!!!

I will not recount all the many ways I love him, for fear of embarassment on boaf our a counts, but here's some five fings what just have to be said: 

1. Gosh, where would I be wifout the lift he gave me from Waco??? Don't answer that.
2. Fank Heavens he was good wif the dictation skills so my profile could be written straight from my heart!!!
3. I will never forget he escort me and the Mom to the Gulf Coast, when me and the her were scared beyond belief. He give the love and care like that... He sure does.
4. My Uncle Tom of the Mister T Day Spa give real good brush and trim and also super good baff. Just sayin. I'm not keen on the slipper care, but fact is... I some time need it, and he brave enough to give it!
5. He and the Aunt Madison (ok, mostly the Aunt Madison)... hand pick me and the Mom for the Bleu's Forever Family! I am happy to have a brother, and the Bleu is the perfect one for me!!! I fink he feel same way, too! Omygosh, please to keep that a secret!!!

Here is my Uncle Tom wif the Bleu gettin a good brushin, and the Cousin Cane comin round the corner.

O the Yes. Ever Body LOVE when the Uncle Tom come in the door!!! Just look at the Celebration!!! You see just the tip of my nose on the right side of the pitcher!

My Tom was a hero even before my time! Here is a pitcher of him dancin wif the Eddie, the first GRRH dog my the Mom asked about...! 

I offer you that pitcher just to say... My the Tom is the best friend, yea Uncle to all us Goldens in need. And on behalf of the great number of folks so graciously touched by his love, such as myself and the Number 6 [aka The Bleu].... 

WE LOVE YEU, TOM!!! 

AND HAPPY BIRFDAY TO THE YEU!!!

Day 646: Saturday, AB

I would be remiss if I did not say... THIS today has been a BAFF not a SPA day! There is huge difference, and me and the Bleu we boaf remind the Mom... "this is not way Mister T / Uncle Tom do it". Just sayin.

And because it a baff at home, there are far fewer pitchers of event... so here is uber-quick wrap-up:

I lured outside and get baff. New tub take me by surprise but I behave super nice... while the Bleu howl on a counta he love a baff and jealous he not first!

Course Big Boy don't fit in the new tub so the Mom encourage him to stand in imaginary tub / bench... what mighta worked if the Bleu don't have the hyper-calm form of ADD where he just slowly drift away...

But I digress and also pick up when the Mom has chance to pick up camera, and that is back when me and the Bleu are boaf tired and sequestered...:

The Bleu is a big fuzzy mess.

I have been towel dried and brushed for quite some time, but still have the fuzzy dampness about me.

And here we boaf are, AB. It has grown clowdy outside and also cooler out-of-doors. Me and the Bleu, we have been undergoin intense towel ferapy in the study / compy / back room.

Whole house smell like the wet dog, but soon I am dry enough to be given free reign... And the Bleu willingly sits for the hair dryer! And "dry" it deu, for bout firty minutes... It  big help, but Big Bleu he prolly still damp.

In fact... prolly will be this time tomorrow, too! Just sayin.