Keeping it real.

Have I told you Mommy moved her office downstairs? You know what that means? I get to look out the window at the street while I sit with her-which makes barking at the kids when they get home from school so much easier. However, Mommy has discovered that since there are no doors on the downstairs study, when I bark, she has to mute the phone for her calls. But since Mommy likes to talk talk talk on the calls, sometimes she has to go to the garage to take the call while I protect us. I keep telling her it is a small price to pay for her safety. Mommy is not amused.
A few weeks ago Bella and I got left here while Mommy went out and I tell you what-we were annoyed. Enough is enough. Since Mommy had all her gas bills in a folder on her desk (something about her trying to get a rebate for the million dollar furnace) we decided-heck, no time like the present. We tore those bills to shreds-Mommy has no clue what they looked like. But man, it was fun. Paper everywhere, we were tossing it left and right. It was like confetti. Party on party doggies.
Mommy was traveling a bit in October for fun and for work (although I have a feeling she has some fun on those trips) so I was late getting to the groomer. Just got there last week. Seriously-my ear hair was dragging on the floor and I looked completely ridiculous. Like a fur coat-but I live in the south. So we headed down to the Dirty Dog Depot (I did not make up the name, I am just a customer) and got down to business. They won't do my nails there because of an unfortunate incident a few years ago so I also had to go to the vet to have that done. It was quite a day and I feel like I just starred in the Makeover show on Regis and Kelly. But Damn, I look good.