Some jokester (Shannon!!) put this bow on me. Oh for goodness sake.I have to say that even though Misha was pretty much a gentleman all day, he did sort of spook me the way he was always watching with those shiny eyes.And he is kind of a squirt. Here he's showing off his Westminster stack and look at how short he is!Hmmm... maybe being little has its advantages. He did get to sit on his dad's lap and whenever I try to sit in anybody's lap they always say things like "get away from me you bad dog!" Imagine!After much searching, I was finally able to locate a package for ME! It was from Grandma.A book! About a labragal named Catie Copley.Its her biography. She lives and works at the Copley Plaza hotel right here in Boston. I had to give her a smoochie.Mango gave Momma this jar of Vanishing Cream made with, can you believe it, Mango butter!He told her to rub it on her face for a youthful glow.I don't know about you, but I wouldn't rub anything made with marshmallow and Mango butter on my face, but that's just me.
Misha brought a stuffie (kind of) for me and Mango.
I think the movie speaks for itself...
Aren't I just the cutest little thing you ever saw?
As the day wore on, Mango and Misha started to show some holiday fatigue so all our guests decided it was time to return to their estates.I was pretty beat too so I retired to the dog cave to sprawl on the Relentlessly Huge's comfy orthopedic mat and let him crash on the puppy bed.Dexter done!