I went to our soon to be new apartment and sniffed around a bit. Talk about your fixer upper. I said as much to the girl as she was painting but she merely suggested that I back up before she started using me as a drop cloth. However, I ended up getting paint on me anyway when I brushed up against the wall. Since the paint was "violet puff", I now have puff tufts.

Great, I'm going to be a walking modern art project pretty soon.

Flailed by Flan 10:52 PM

The girl has been singing lately, "I've got rhythm. I've got music. I've got a cute cocker spaniel - who could ask for anything more?"

Darling, right?

Well, it would be if she didn't then start singing a list - a smooth top stove, cute shoes, a chocolate covered boy - as she does a little soft shoe.

It's embarassing, really.

Flailed by Flan 10:09 PM

Since last time I've been groomed and there's no shaved weasel stylings in effect. It's amazing what using the guard on the razor can do!

The girl went away for the night and came back to discover that I had found manure to roll in. She wasn't nearly as estatic I was and - with no hello or anything - she plopped me down for a bath. Le sigh.

Now, it's back to the grueling work of being a bookstore dog where women with bad hair call me, "Poochie" all day. At least, they usually have great manicures for scratching. There are perks to even rednecks.

Flailed by Flan 9:49 AM

The girl was petting me and murmured, "Mmm, you're getting shaggy."

*gulps*

You know what that means! Shaved weasel time!

Flailed by Flan 1:08 PM