So I've been quiet you think?
Well, maybe on the blog yeah, but out in the real world I've been raising hell. Party here, party there, and picnics everywhere. I've been mad busy, enjoying the weather and the company of friends.
A party here...
A party there...
I partied everywhere...
So SORRY, no time for blogging.
Which brings me to wash day :( Mama and Papa tell people that they wash me every two weeks - but we all know that's bullshit. We've all been partying too hard and been getting dusty and dirty from all the park chilling. So what's the point of washing if we hit up a park the next day. That's what we all thought.
And then the summer in Berlin...just....buggered ...off.
It's been shit here the past couple of weeks. No more picnics so I knew what was coming - as threatened for weeks, it was wash time.
This is always a hullabaloo. I always get caught by surprise. Forced into a quick haircut, then thrown into the shower...
Well, maybe on the blog yeah, but out in the real world I've been raising hell. Party here, party there, and picnics everywhere. I've been mad busy, enjoying the weather and the company of friends.
A party here...
So SORRY, no time for blogging.
Which brings me to wash day :( Mama and Papa tell people that they wash me every two weeks - but we all know that's bullshit. We've all been partying too hard and been getting dusty and dirty from all the park chilling. So what's the point of washing if we hit up a park the next day. That's what we all thought.
And then the summer in Berlin...just....buggered ...off.
It's been shit here the past couple of weeks. No more picnics so I knew what was coming - as threatened for weeks, it was wash time.
This is always a hullabaloo. I always get caught by surprise. Forced into a quick haircut, then thrown into the shower...
Briefly dried off with a towel, then I'm allowed to go crackers for a bit to dry myself to my liking...
Then its the blow dry. I hate this bit. It's too hot for me. But Mama and Papa say it's necessary so that I don't smell like wet dog. I don't really know what the problem is...I smell fine when I'm soaked. Just leave it be?...
So the blow dry is always a struggle of wills. I can never get out of it, but I usually give Papa a bit of a reminder that I don't like it...
And then the almost final brush down where I keep getting told 'Oh Barney, look how much hair is coming off you!'. You don't think I know? Geez...
This was just a third of what came off my coat...that's what you get when you don't brush me for a month!
Always fun and games round here.
