Today is a day to give thanks. Mommy has somehow convinced me that I am thankful for statement headgear.
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Sleepy Sunday
I didn't get a whole lot of sleep this week (playing with my friends is hard work), so I'm spending the day getting caught up on my sleep.
Together Again
Mommy was traveling this week for work. She had to present at a conference. I got to play with my friends. I'm pretty sure I got the better end of the deal.
A fun side note, they posted this image of me on their social media page.
Mom stayed at a hotel right on the Charles River, so she was able to see the towers out early in the morning (just like the opening to Jack Ryan).
Mommy got home too late on Friday to pick me up, so I arrived home yesterday morning.
Now I'm right where I belong.
A fun side note, they posted this image of me on their social media page.
Mom stayed at a hotel right on the Charles River, so she was able to see the towers out early in the morning (just like the opening to Jack Ryan).
Mommy got home too late on Friday to pick me up, so I arrived home yesterday morning.
Now I'm right where I belong.
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Sunday Morning
I was comfy.
Until Mommy decided to get up and make breakfast. That meant I had to go keep my eye on her.
But I just wasn't ready to get out of bed.
Until Mommy decided to get up and make breakfast. That meant I had to go keep my eye on her.
But I just wasn't ready to get out of bed.
Upset Tummy
I had a very upset Tummy earlier this week. I threw up a couple of times and of course, I freaked out Mommy. But she sprang into action by working from home and making chicken.
When Mommy saw that I was crazy for chicken, she started to think I might have "manipulated" her a bit. If you have a good memory, I was sick this time last year. Mommy felt it was different from last year, but Mommy called the Vet anyway. He told Mommy to "monitor" me and if I got worse to bring Mr in. But, I didn't get worse. Only better. I'm convinced it is chicken that makes me better (and Mommy spending the whole day with me).
When Mommy saw that I was crazy for chicken, she started to think I might have "manipulated" her a bit. If you have a good memory, I was sick this time last year. Mommy felt it was different from last year, but Mommy called the Vet anyway. He told Mommy to "monitor" me and if I got worse to bring Mr in. But, I didn't get worse. Only better. I'm convinced it is chicken that makes me better (and Mommy spending the whole day with me).
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