Right before bedtime Mommy decides that for whatever reason we need to ALL go to the bathroom together. I hate to use generic blogger terms, but OMG.
I LOVE my dogs - I mean, I REALLY love my dogs. Unfortunately I can't always say the feeling is reciprocal. More often than not they run away from me. Not in a bathroom. Not when the door is shut. Carte Blanche on tail and ear pulling.
We stayed in the bathroom for about an hour before Mommy finally decided she had had enough - I guess her bottle was empty. Regardless, it was at least an hour past my bedtime and I was in NO mood to go to bed.
In and out, in and out. I always win, so out was the final verdict. Plus, Jezza and LJ were in Mommy's bed too and it was kinda like the OK Coral ( my favorite bedtime story...huh?)
My Jenny Claire and GDiddy were not as comfy cozy as we were in our bed. They got hit by a tornado, and although they were both fine, their house and gardens got lots of damage.
I got the day off from school, and me and Jon David played all day while Mommy and Aunt Kiki mixed Orange Juice with something that was bubbly - and made a loud pop when you opened it. I know this because I heard it FOUR times throughout the day.
Tomorrow is Halloween - I can't wait!