Hi, Dog Lovers! Today I want to discuss laminate flooring. (Big words for a little dog, I suppose you're thinking.) This stuff is way cool. You can slide for a mile on it! Buttons doesn't really like it as she doesn't like to slide I guess. I've slid into the coffee table, the wall, the back of Mom's legs and the couch so far.
It's kind of hard to get started running since those little tootsies just slide around under you. Mom says it's like trying to run in a dream. I don't know about that. They say I do a lot of barking and yipping and moaning in my sleep so maybe I'm dreaming about running on laminate, I just don't know!
Another thing nice about it is you can be sick all over the place and no one gets mad! I guess this is because Mom can just wipe it up and it's clean again. When we do gross stuff on the carpet, she hauls out all these bottles and cans and wet rags and fusses for an hour over it.
The bad news is you can't sneak up on people or sleeping dogs either. Our toenails make noise when we walk, so you can't get away with anything. Bottom line, stick to being sneaky where there's carpet!
I Get a New Look for my Blog
Finally, my Mom got her act together and found a new look for my blog. Don't you just love it? Except for that cat in the corner. But I guess he comes with the territory 'cause Mom says, "Put up with it, there's nothing I can do about it."
I really like it otherwise though. It makes me think of rolling in nice soft grass, not this scratchy, stiff stuff that people in Florida call grass. It's really weeds and everyone hates it, but I guess it's cheap and you can't kill it. Believe me, I pee all over it trying to turn it brown and it just sits there. Buttons does too and she hasn't had any better luck than me.
Sometimes Buttons will whisper to me, "Let's get Mom to take us out so we can work on killing some of that grass." So she rings the bells and out we go and water everything down and not one blade turns brown. It's kind of scary.
Now that my eyes are better, I'm going to have to get another haircut on Monday. Mom will probably take my picture when I get back so I can post it here for everyone to see how great I look in my new do. I'm going to a new groomer this time so maybe I'll like her better. The old one was OK but there were lots of dogs running around in there and that's kind of scary. Of course, the whole thing is scary, what can I say.
Mom tried and tried tonight to get me to take my pill, but I kept spitting it out. She's so funny. She kept trying to hide it in a little ball of food but I'd just drop the whole thing on the floor, sort the pill out, and eat the food. Then she decided she'd put the pill in the bowl with my food. But I still was able to sort it out and leave it in the bottom of the bowl. She even cut up a real people hot dog and stuck it in there and I spit it out! The pill finally melted down to almost nothing so I ate the crazy thing. Just to get Mom off the hook.
Gotta love that woman, she tries her best.
I really like it otherwise though. It makes me think of rolling in nice soft grass, not this scratchy, stiff stuff that people in Florida call grass. It's really weeds and everyone hates it, but I guess it's cheap and you can't kill it. Believe me, I pee all over it trying to turn it brown and it just sits there. Buttons does too and she hasn't had any better luck than me.
Sometimes Buttons will whisper to me, "Let's get Mom to take us out so we can work on killing some of that grass." So she rings the bells and out we go and water everything down and not one blade turns brown. It's kind of scary.
Now that my eyes are better, I'm going to have to get another haircut on Monday. Mom will probably take my picture when I get back so I can post it here for everyone to see how great I look in my new do. I'm going to a new groomer this time so maybe I'll like her better. The old one was OK but there were lots of dogs running around in there and that's kind of scary. Of course, the whole thing is scary, what can I say.
Mom tried and tried tonight to get me to take my pill, but I kept spitting it out. She's so funny. She kept trying to hide it in a little ball of food but I'd just drop the whole thing on the floor, sort the pill out, and eat the food. Then she decided she'd put the pill in the bowl with my food. But I still was able to sort it out and leave it in the bottom of the bowl. She even cut up a real people hot dog and stuck it in there and I spit it out! The pill finally melted down to almost nothing so I ate the crazy thing. Just to get Mom off the hook.
Gotta love that woman, she tries her best.
I Have Sick Eyes
I know, I know, I haven't posted on here for a long time. Actually I've been sick. Not that long but for 2 or 3 weeks now I guess. The vet guy (who has more hair on his face than I do, by the way) says that hair gets in between my eyes and rubs on my eyeballs (a hairy eyeball, if you will) and then when I blink my big brown eyes, it irritates them and I wind up with infected hairy eyeballs. Just great!
So Mom and Dad took me to this vet guy (the one with all the hair on his chin) and he took me away from them. I was scared out of my sox. And this is after another person tried to put some little stick up my behind to see if I had a temperature. Of course, I have a temperature, I'm alive arent' I? Geesh! What will they think of next?
Oh. Well. Now Mom says this person wanted to see if I had a fever. Still, I didn't like what she wanted to do with that little stick so I stuck my tail tight between my legs and grrred at her a bit and I just never have the nerve to do that, especially to people I don't even know. But do you know what? It worked and she left my tail alone! Whew!!!
So anyway, then the vet and this person took me down the hall and gave me a shot and the next thing I know, I'm lolling around with my tongue hanging out of my mouth, my face is all shaved and they're putting drops of glunk in my hairy eyeballs. It was horrible. Even worse than getting groomed, if you can imagine that.
And it didn't stop there. He gave Mom and Dad some of those drops and wanted them to drip them into my eyeballs all week long, all day long. But I flipped and flopped around so much the drops got all over the place instead of into my eyes. Heehee!
Now Mom wants to go to bed so I'll have to finish this story in another post I guess. It'll keep you on the edges of your seats, believe me. Buttons never has these problems. Guess it's the price I have to pay for being the most adorable Shih Tzu there is.
So Mom and Dad took me to this vet guy (the one with all the hair on his chin) and he took me away from them. I was scared out of my sox. And this is after another person tried to put some little stick up my behind to see if I had a temperature. Of course, I have a temperature, I'm alive arent' I? Geesh! What will they think of next?
Oh. Well. Now Mom says this person wanted to see if I had a fever. Still, I didn't like what she wanted to do with that little stick so I stuck my tail tight between my legs and grrred at her a bit and I just never have the nerve to do that, especially to people I don't even know. But do you know what? It worked and she left my tail alone! Whew!!!
So anyway, then the vet and this person took me down the hall and gave me a shot and the next thing I know, I'm lolling around with my tongue hanging out of my mouth, my face is all shaved and they're putting drops of glunk in my hairy eyeballs. It was horrible. Even worse than getting groomed, if you can imagine that.
And it didn't stop there. He gave Mom and Dad some of those drops and wanted them to drip them into my eyeballs all week long, all day long. But I flipped and flopped around so much the drops got all over the place instead of into my eyes. Heehee!
Now Mom wants to go to bed so I'll have to finish this story in another post I guess. It'll keep you on the edges of your seats, believe me. Buttons never has these problems. Guess it's the price I have to pay for being the most adorable Shih Tzu there is.
