Speaking of Grandma, yesterday was her birthday (my family has lots of March birthdays!).
I love my Grandma.
I think part of the reason I had to get a bath was Dad's fault. He mowed the lawn and then I went outside to play. Apparently fresh cut grass stains white paws. Who knew?
I think I'm just in the St. Patrick's Day spirit a few days late.
But the bath wasn't all bad. The lady said I was a sweet boy and very good. Mom doesn't believe her, but that's OK. Afterwards we went to my very favoritest place ever: the drive thru! I even charmed THAT lady into giving me a treat! Except Mom was a meanie and said I already had 2 while we checked out at PetSmart and wouldn't let me have the third. Boo!
Luckily, she still gave it to me when she left for that work place.