Recap

It's been quite a time of playing and gluttony. Christmas was great, got tons of fun toys, and thankfully no new outfits. It even snowed!!!! I have only seen snow a few times so it was pretty fun and Bell and I ran around and barked at the flakes. As you know, Mommy goes into full baking mode around Christmas and this was no exception. She made her holiday cake again and lucky for me, she is not very careful when she ices the cake, so plenty of vanilla buttercream landed on the floor. Nice.
The day after Christmas, though, things went the other way. Mommy and Bob left and were gone for several days-turns out they went to New York City. I was so mad. It was time to play with all my new toys and they were no place to be found. Fortunately, Becca, my doggie sitter, showed up to hang with Bella and me. I love her and even though I had a bone to pick with Mommy, I was glad to see my friend Becca.
No sooner did Mommy come home but she was putting stuff back in the suitcase-where do you think you are going Mommy? Like some big shot, she went to LA for a photoshoot and left me to chill with Bob at his house. It was ok but I was so mad that when Mommy came home, I pretended I could not hear her calling me. Ignored her for about 4 hours. Drove her crazy and she got really sad. As soon as I heard her say that maybe I needed to go to the vet for my hearing, I changed my tune. We all have a price and mine is not holding the grudge so long that I end up being inspected by the vet. By nighttime, Mommy had talked it out with me and from what I understand, she was not happy to leave me so much either. She forced me to snuggle with her in bed-not going to lie, she did not have to force hard-I missed her.
This weekend though it was back to cooking. Kenzie, my doggie friend next door's Mommy, Molly, had baby Ian. As you know when people have babies, Mommy starts nesting (so weird). You may have heard through the grapevine that I HATE when Mommy cooks. She often sets off the fire alarm and I am forced to hide. A few weeks ago I went right out the front door to the neighbor's house to find relief. Well on Saturday it was cooking soup, baking cookies, you name it. I have truly had it and would disconnect the gas line if I could. I headed upstairs to the bathroom and sat in the tub. I figure I am safest there. However, I heard so much banging down there that I had to stay in the tub longer than expected. Needless to say, Bob was not happy when he discovered I had peed in the tub. What's a dog to do when in distress?