Seeing how she was "indisposed" yesterday (read: in bed with the covers pulled over her head), my Aunt Chrissy came over and picked me up for some mani/pedi action. I really like it when Aunt Chrissy takes me for a nail appointment, since we go to the specialist at my doctor's office rather than the ham-fisted hacks at the mega store. (The last time Mom took me to that hellhole, they stuffed me in a crate with a muzzle on my mouth and then got all upset when I voiced my displeasure with a few well-placed poops on their filthy floor.)
(What can I say? Some of us prefer a little privacy when bathing, and don't consider it at all pleasant to be hosed down in some kind of prison re-entry fashion that involves cavity searches and a strong de-lousing liquid).
After the nail appointment, my Aunt Chrissy asked if I wanted to do a little shopping, and of course, I was thrilled! I do love to shop, especially when I can ride in the front of the cart and noodge the items that I want. That's how I've obtained all of my favorite toys....I'm placed in a shopping cart for safekeeping, and as we troll up and down the aisles I grab whatever strikes my fancy. If Mom chooses the toy I'm not as enthusiastic about it, but you can bet that if it's something I've selected for myself it will be treasured forever.
I'd like you to meet the newest addition to my menagerie: This is Constance. Constance the Cow, to be exact.
Constance is a real cut-up and decided to play "I'm a big burly wrestling guy and I'm going to pin you, Stewey!" for that picture. I figured since it was her first day and all, I'd indulge her, but after a few strategic kicks to my nether regions, I figured I'd better show her who's boss:
That isn't a very good picture of me, but it does allow you to view the nice job that Miss Nekka managed on my paws. I thought the cucumber moisturizer was especially lovely.
Mom is still working on the Shepherd's Bush piece. She finished all of the over-one lettering last night and went to bed with a headache. I heard her mumbling to herself that she hasn't a clue how y'all do that over-one stitching so beautifully out there and that she was definitely not made for it, but she persevered and got it done. I'm going to noodge her in the direction of the Happy Chair now to see if she can make some more progress.
Happy Weekend, all! I do hope that if you are expecting bad weather that you stay inside with something lovely for comfort! Take care!
With love from your pal,