Spa Day

Saturday was spa day. Mom likes to make a big deal of spa day and Dad keeps telling her it is nothing like the stories she tells. No long gossip sessions under the hair dryers, no warm towels, etc. That was until she told him about the oatmeal baths and then to his amazement when Katy had dry skin, they suggested an oatmeal bath and Dad nearly burst out laughing. Score one for Mom. Since then we have been getting oatmeal baths and man does our skin notice it.

The dryer thing, well Dad just wasn't buying that. Then Saturday he called to find out if we were ready only to find out, yep, Katy was in a drying crate. Dad didn't find out if she was gossiping with the "girls" and she'll never tell. However, he's stopped mocking Mom's stories.

Dad figured he'd better grab a shot while Katy's bow was still in her hair. She loves her spa days, but once home, the beauty effects don't last long. Hair ribbons gone and mud appears.

Wordless Wednesday: Nemo's Trenches

We Survived NEMO

Mom likes to brag about how she survived the historic Blizzard of '78. She got an award for delivering newspapers in the snow. Well nobody deserves a reward until their bathroom is covered in snow over their head and they still go out in it to do their business. We sucessfully survived NEMO with Dad's help with a shovel and snowblower.

When Dad opened the front door after having shoveled a eight inches of snow before going to bed this is what we saw. After Dad shoveled the back deck we thought we'd be fine and we raced off into the snow. Katy got stuck in the snow bank and has been a little scared of the snow cookie mounds ever since. It took lots of herding work from Bailey and Dad to get her to go all the way around the track Dad eventually built.

Now we are old pros navigating the trenches. We are enjoying our easily available snow cookie supply. We do miss getting to the back fence to check out all the squirrels.

Wordless Wednesday

The Valentine's Toys are Back

Mama thought she was being sneaky when she packed away our Christmas toys. She had Dad sneak them into the attic when we were outside thinking we would not notice a few holiday toys missing among the huge stack of other dog toys. However, we know our toys and we miss them when they go away. However, we do seem to get very excited when they magically reappear and we treat them as if they are new friends.

That is how we felt when the Valentine's toys appeared this weekend. Mom got out the Valentine’s box and inside the box were our holiday toys. We immediately took to fighting playing with our stuffed candy hearts and other Valentine stuffies. Dad was out shopping this weekend and he said he found some new doggy Valentine stuff for us. Of course we have to wait for the big day and then they will put it away shortly afterwards, but there is always next year to look forward to seeing them again.

Wordless Wednesday: Where Are the Keys?

Clean Bill of Health

Dad took us to the vet on Saturday. Dad did warn me about the rabies shot, but he forgot to mention the several other pokes for shots, blood and that awful inhaled stuff up the nose. Katy sat bravely with me. The vet is extremely nice about letting us go to each other's visits. She seems to understand we support and encourage each other. Katy sniffed me all over when it was done and stayed by me all afternoon when I was feeling the after effects of all the pokes.

The Vet gave me a clean bill of health. I am dealing with some aging issues, but nothing that was not expected of my breed and age.