Here We Go Again...

First of all, since my Mom sometimes forgets who this blog is about, let's talk about ME. I'm going to tell you about my new favorite game. It's called "Mom Tells Me To Do Something and I Pretend I Don't Know What She's Saying, But Then 2 Minutes Later When She's Given Up, I Go Do What She Says & Pretend Like It Was All My Idea." My preferred version of this game involves my Mom saying "Go get your bone" and I tilt my head and stare at her like she is an alien for about 60 seconds. Then I pretend to do something else for about 30 seconds. And then 30 seconds later I run to my crate and get my Nylabone! OMD it is HILARIOUS.

I win the game again!

You lose, sucker!!

Second of all, my Mom had the nerve to go visit my Aunt Valarie (and her crazy dog Sue Ellen who barked right in my face last time I saw her!) in Milwaukee last weekend.

Look how dumb Sue Ellen looks with her Carol Channing haircut.

Well I guess you know what that meant for me. Yep, almost 4 days stuck with JACK. He was pretty good to me so I shouldn't be such a grump about it. But she didn't even ask my permission to go, so I have to sometimes hold a grudge to teach her a lesson and remind her why she calls me "Bossypants." She said she had a great time but that it was REALLY cold and windy and rainy - so cold and windy and rainy in fact that when she got back to St. Louis where it was 50 degrees and raining, it felt tropical! So when she got home, we snuggled for awhile.

I looked adorable for a little while to make her think all was forgiven.

But then I remembered she had left me for almost 4 days so I gave her the good 'ol Stink Eye.

And now I guess we have to get to the title of the post. That's right, my Mom is being ridiculous again. And my definition of "ridiculous" is - taking in another foster pug. Meet Pippa:

She's coming to stay with us on June 2 - my Mom's birthday coincidentally enough. Apparently some jerks who were driving a luxury SUV dumped her at a shelter in Springfield, MO (about 3 hours from where we live in St. Louis). She had just been spayed and even still had her stitches. Weird huh??? Well there were no available foster homes for her (I'm having flashbacks of LOUIE!) so Mom agreed to take her in. They think she is about 5 or 6 years old. Mom promises me this will be the last one, but I'll believe it when I see it, MOM!!! So now she's living in the shelter office until Monday when a lady will take her home with her until she can bring her to us in St. Louis. They said she's really scared so that made Mom very sad.

Speaking of my old friend Louie, he's doing great in his forever home, which makes Mom (alright, and me...) very happy.

Later friends!