I Thought I Got To Go

The other day we all got a bath. I love to get a bath. I also love to get brushed. Honey hates it. My person says she turns into a little pancake when she has to get a bath or gets brushed. Guess she shouldn’t have been born a Bichon if she doesn’t like to get brushed. The only way we stay fluffy is if we get brushed. Otherwise we get bathmats all over us.

Perdu got in trouble when he got a bath. My person reached to get something and Perdu jumped out of the bathtub. He almost ended up in the potty when he jumped out. I guess he would have been a Poodle in the Potty if that happened. When Perdu jumped out of the tub I started chasing him all around the house telling him to go back in the tub. Perdu started running all over the house getting suds everywhere. My person was not very happy with Perdu, but couldn’t stop laughing either. We almost had a Poodle in the Potty, instead we had Poodle puffs all over the house.

I was so excited to get a bath because my person was going to a vention. I don’t know what my person invented, but a vention must be where you go to show off your invention. After a while my person told me it’s not an invention but my person was going to a convention. So I guess I was excited because I got to go to a convention. Don’t know what a convention is, but I couldn’t wait to go. I hoped we got to ride to the convention in the car. I like to ride in the car, but I don’t like to go on the airplane. On the airplane I have to ride underneath, but Mack gets to sit up in first class. On the airplane I have to sit in the dark, but Mack gets to watch movies with my person. On the airplane, I have to go down the conveyor belt, but Mack gets to sit with my person and have people say, “Oh, he’s so cute.” Some things just aren’t right.

You won’t believe it, but my person went to the convention without me. Instead I get to stay home and have Perdu ride me around the kitchen. His newest thing is to pull on my ears until I squeak. My person told him to stop because I was starting to get bathmats on my ears. Now I’m sitting at home waiting for my friend Mary Anne to come over and play with us. My person told her not to give us too many treats, but what happens when my person’s gone is between Mary Anne and me.