Hello! It’s me.

Spring has sprung in the Pacific Northwest. And with record high temperatures forecast for Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, I thought I’d saturate my already malodorous fur with yard clippings from the grassy knoll adjacent to the Farmers Market.

By the time Dad loaded me in the car, I was in full bloom.

All was good in my world. I lay next to Dad’s leg on the five minute ride home.

But then … the script writers presented me with a plot twist.

It was time for me to present the script writers with a  dizzying twist of my own (visit the website if you cannot see the video in your email).

Life is a big ‘ol game of whack-a-mole … I enjoy fresh cuttings, Dad enjoys bathing me, I enjoy terrorizing our living quarters.

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to be next to the fireplace, where propane-infused heat evaporates cleansing fluids from my soft coat of adorable fur.