A Dog's Life...

It's me, Kipper, and I am back again. I knew you all missed me so I asked my Mom if I could blog about Dog Night. After all, I am the family expert on Ritter's Frozen Custard and their monthly Dog Nights. I am certified and everything. And house broken but that is another story. It was a rough day for me. I know you will all feel really, really sorry for me. Try not to cry too much. My cat Lucy felt a little bit sorry for me but my other cat, Henry, well, he just laughed about it. Henry doesn't have a lot of compassion you see. *HE* has never had to go to to the groomer. That boy and I need to talk about the real world sometime. Hmpf. Now, I will tell you that I am usually ever so well behaved at the groomer but yesterday was just not my day. They took me into the doggie area and shut the gate. It was at that moment that I decided I *wanted* my Mom. I tried to get to her by pushing through the gate. Bad move Dude. I.G.O.T.S.T.U.C.K. Uh huh. They could not push me in either direction. Mom says I am a weeny (whatever that means) so that is why I was crying but Dude! IT hurt! I thought I was gonna die. I saw my life flash before my eyes and that part about me flunking puppy school was, well, it made me mad. When I saw that, I wriggled my tushie like crazy and pulled myself out. Now, the groomer felt really bad. I thought that my Mom would like hit her or sue her for my distress or something but you know what? My Mom laughed! Like she laughed a lot! Can you believe that? And all she could say was how bad she felt that she did not grab her camera and take a picture. I think someone should call the authorities. This lady is a bad doggie parent. She should have been like all distressed and sad and flopping on the floor or something. Nope, she was laughing and worrying about NOT getting a picture. Dude! AND, like would you believe that she made me get a bath and a trim and a nail cut anyway? This woman is outta control. Like so bad. But, in the end, I got to go to Ritter's. My favorite place. I got my usual bowl of vanilla with a dog bone in it. As usual it was good. As usual, my Mom took pictures of other dogs and made a spectacle of herself over them. This is me and the old man. I take him along so he can pay. I never seem to have any money. I was sticking my tongue out at my Mom. I think she so deserved it. This is me with my old man and sissy. I usually let them be in at least one picture with me. These are my friends...this one is Penelope. She is a Newfie. My Mom LOVES Newfies. She embarrassed herself hugging them. Old Pen came with her human Mom and Dad but also her doggie Mom, Pamela, and her new baby girl, Poppet. Would you believe that Poppet is only 2 months old and is twice my size? I refuse to post that picture of her with me 'cause I already have enough size issues. This is my gal pal Missy with another new friend, Lucky. Lucky is something called a chocolate Lab. Missy and I both tasted him but we did not think he tasted good at all. Of course, we are not allowed to eat chocolate so Lucky was safe. Lucky was trying to look all sweet and that but Dude! He like pee pee'd all over. Really uncool little dude. This little guy is Manny. He has more size issues than me. He is really small. I like that in a dog. This is my buddy Rupert. Rupert ate a napkin after his ice cream was gone. Then he tried to eat a spoon. This guy is way cool! My buddy Dusty. I still don't know why they call him Dusty. He is never really dirty or anything. This cute girl is Gilda. Gilda is only 1 year old but she is really smart and fun and behaves really well. I like that in a girl. My old pal Stanley. He is one great guy. Always agreeable, always has a joke to tell. I don't know if you remember our dog night post 2 months ago (Wasn't it unforgettable??) but Sprinkles was there. She was 2 months old then and wow has she grown! She is pretty friendly and very pretty but way too young for me. And she kisses my Mom and Dad a lot. This makes me feel jealous and you wouldn't like me if I was too jealous... Okay Sprinkles. You are awfully pretty...even if you do kiss a lot. Now, can you believe that my mom went to Dog Night and forgot to re-charge her picture taking thing? I just slapped my head and said, "D'uh". So, these were the only pictures she got. Bad move Mom. Still, she got one of me driving home. Traffic was light so the old man let me have a turn at the wheel. I am sure glad that my mom let me come visit you again. I really should take over her blog but I am just waaaay too busy. Keepin' an eye on this family is mighty hard work. So, for now, I am outta here Dude. See ya!

Hugs, Kipper