Going Under

Today we go under. Mommy made us appointments at the vet for dental cleanings (aka. scraping all of our well-earned tartar off our teeth). Mommy told us she was sorry and that it was for our own good, but we think she's just trying to get in some alone time with the new mattress.

Speaking of the new mattress, it's our favorite. We sleep on it all day. The downside is that it's 18" deep and we can no longer jump up on it. We need a step to help us out but Daddy likes the idea of us being on the bed only when he wants us on the bed. Not fair.

The snow has been falling. We're ready for spring time so we can enjoy Puppy Playtime once again without freezing. We can smell it coming.

There's not a lot going on with us here. We get to harass Uncle Bladen and Uncle Gurt quite a bit. They moved in last month and immediately put up baby gates in their doorways. Now we have melted their once ice-cold-pug-hating-hearts and now have free reign of their bedrooms, as we should. The only downside to having Uncle Bladen and Uncle Gurt in the house is that I get less attention than normal. They seem to fall for Banjo's stupidity. They eat it up! Don't they see that he's dumb? I'm the smart one of us two yet I get no love. All they ever say to me is "It's a trap!". Not funny guys, not funny.

Maybe I should poop on their beds.