I got a call from a BFF going, “What is that color you were looking for from Revlon? Is it called Perplex?”
Me: “OMG…YES! WHERE ARE YOU?”
BFF: “I’m at Big Lots. They have three left and…”
Me: “GET THEM ALL. DO YOU HEAR ME? GET THEM ALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!! ALL OF THEM! I LOVE THAT COLOR. WELL, I DON’T KNOW IF I WILL LOVE THAT COLOR, BUT I WANT THEM ALL ANYWAY!”
BFF: “Ok. Stop yelling in my ear. They’re a dollar each.”
I got the package 2 days later. Yay for NAIL MAIL!! Thank you, Karen! Thank you, thank you!!!
Today I gave Rex a bath. I try to give him a bath and clean his ears out once a week because he’s a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. As with most spaniels and dogs of his ilk, they have tendencies to have things go wrong in their ears if you don’t take care of them. Rex is no exception. So I like to nip it in the bud.
Rex always needs a bath once a week because if he doesn’t he’s no longer adorable ruff ruff Rex. He’s Stinkasaurus Rex. He brings the funk and not in a good way.
I had taken him for a walk and he was so happy. He frolicked (and did doggy business #1 and #2) and made new friends.
When we got back to my parents house, I thought he’d be ready for a cookie. I hunted around and finally found one I thought was proportionate to the amount of walking we had done. I heard an odd noise coming from the pillow on which he sleeps…
…and this is where the handy iPhone came in.
Now if I can only get some videos of him when he’s scratching himself so hard he whimpers because he’s hurting himself. He is the world’s sweetest dog. Sometimes he’s not the brightest…but he’s all mine and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I wore my poor Rex out last week. Initially I had busted out with the flashlight in the hopes of enticing Dr Bombay out of a tiny cocoon of blankets he had made for himself in our bed, to no avail. He merely stared at me groggily.
Comfortable cat is comfortable…
Usually kitty gets marginally interested enough to pounce a few times, then decides if the activity is futile/worthwhile.
Rex, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of chasing the flashlight beam on the floor. After half an hour, I was a little bored by waving it around and watching Rex happily yap after it. He did do a little protest whinge. I turned away for a moment to get a glass of water. I looked over my shoulder from the kitchen and the picture below is what I saw. Rexie zonked out. So zonked, he was hanging out of his basket and was snoring into the carpet. Awww….