So We Amuse Ourselves With The Dog....What's Wrong With That?

Yesterday was our weekly trip into town (if you're not familiar with my weekly trips into town, then you don't read this blog often enough - shame on you - see I am the Pioneering Woman) and it was a long one. I am not a shopper, despite my city-girlness, so shopping trips always exhaust me. On top of that, we had to drop off the Gert at the dog groomers at 10:00 in the morning (again, if you don't know who Gertie is, well, then I guess you don't read this blog often enough, see Our Old Chinese Man...the dog).

Before my little monkey came along I actually took the time to brush her out, but now that I no longer have the luxury of hours and hours of time I can waste doing nothing, the dog only sees the brush during an occasional butt paddling. So when she becomes a big pile o' fuzz, I just send her to the dog groomers, which she hates. She absolutely abhors going to the dog groomers, and she often tries to attack the groomer. And of course, about an hour after I picked her up from the groomers, just when she's smelling all nice and fresh as a flower, she decides to puke all over herself in her doggie bed while I'm in the grocery store.

And when her whole tortuous experience is over, she goes into a state of shock for the next two days. She walks around with her butt on the ground because she doesn't want anyone to see her naked butt I guess. So last night we began our usual bedtime routine of loving on Gertie before bedtime. Our dog psychologist would be appauled at Gertie laying in the bed with us. You know, because only the pack leaders are supposed to sleep in the bed and Gertie's supposed to sleep in the dirt, basically so she doesn't get confused about her lot in life. But anyway, we break the rules every once in a while, and she ends up in the bed. So here are some clips from Gertie's hilariousness last night.





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