...And we had to get baths tonight and everything!
Mom even (tried to) put clean sheets on the pull-out love seat.
Well I'm sure you all know what that meant for us puggies. Clean sheets mean it is war/play-time! Play-time for me, war for Vinny. See, Vinny isn't that bright. He thinks the sheets are attacking him as Mom struggles to get them on the bed. He growls and whines and fights them. I just think they're super fun to burrow under and then maybe even take a nap, thus rendering Mom's efforts to get them on the bed useless. When Vinny growls, I get angry. I break out my best UFC moves on him. Mom says she wishes she had her video going on her camera because we got a little crazy.
We'll be sure to tell you who our visitors were next week! (Hint: one of them likes to feed me food out of the refrigerator, and one of them likes to give me belly rubs and sing my name to me, and one of them says he doesn't like little indoor dogs but he is obviously a big liar, and all three of them never take me to Cardinals games with them - but I am going to try my hardest to make that change on Saturday!)