Bichons: Never drink prune juice. I know it smells yummy, but resist the urge to lap it up. You'll regret it.
The Time: 4 a.m.
The Place: Mommy and Daddy's Room
I gotta admit...it was pretty hysterical! With a muffled cry of, "What the heck!" my sleepy Mommy flipped on the light and hopped around on her left foot, examining the fresh doggy poo on the sole of her right foot.
She followed the trail of doggy diarrhea 'til it led to a pile under the chair. "Why in the world do the dogs have the trots?" she wondered aloud to my sleepy Daddy. "They haven't eaten anything except dog food."
I snuck a peak at my sister, CweeCwee. She was blinking sleepily, wearing her usual innocent (aka stupid) expression, blissfully licking her nose.
And then something caught Mommy's eye. A glass of brown liquid on her nightstand.
"That pig!" Mommy yelled. "CweeCwee drank my prune juice after I fell asleep and gave herself the trots."
Then she and Daddy doubled-over with laughter. I smiled in a big, panting, teethy grin. It was pretty funny!
Cwee just yawned.
Well, the upshot was that Cwee found herself shivering and squatting on a snowbank at 4 a.m. while the wolves howled in the distance. Slowly she staggered around, squatting and straining, while the remnants of the prune juice drip-drip-dripped onto the snow.
I'm happy to report that Cwee later told me she's felt like a million bucks since then.
And that's how CweeCwee gave herself a bowel cleanse.
There's no human I love more than my Daddy! One day he just showed up! And he's been here ever since!
The truth is, he and Mommy met online and only had one date before they got married. But I like to think I brought them together. Mommy told me later, she relied on my opinion of Daddy to make the final decision to marry him.
So she brought my sister and me to meet him on the day they had their one date.
I jumped on his lap, sniffed him a bit, licked him a bit and then jumped on his back! (It's my favorite trick!)
Now my sister, CweeCwee, she's a man hater. She does not like men. But she was right there with me, licking Daddy with her nasty, stinky breath. Mommy decided to marry him, cause CweeCwee will only lick a very good man.
You see, my Daddy is a Dog-Whisperer. He talks me to sleep. "You're getting sleepy, Delly," he says. "Your eyes are getting heavy, your soooo tired, you're gonna shut your eyes and sleep, sleep, sleep."
I tell ya! When he starts in with the dog-whispering-thing, I just cannot keep my eyes open! Snore.
Wishing all of my fellow 'chons a Happy Woofentine's Day! And if you want to make my Mommy's day, please LIKE and SHARE this article my Mommy wrote all about how she and Daddy met and married. It's a crazy story! It's her surprise Valentine's Day gift for Daddy...and she wants it to go viral soooooo bad!
I play tag right! I run all the way around the room! But that lying, cheating Pomeranian, Sandy! She sneaks under the dresser, behind the stove...or just waits for me to run all the way around before pouncing on me.
Panting! Slipping! Eyes bugged out! Tongue hanging! I'm exhausted and she's cool-as-a-cucumber.
Ya gotta' keep an eye on Poms all the time. They're tricksy dogs. Always up to no good. Look away for a moment and they'll steal the food right outta your mouth!
And then they want to cuddle! I think CweeCwee's got the right idea. She simply pretends Sandy doesn't exist. No matter how Sandy climbs on her, sniffs at her, walks on her. "I see no Sandy, I hear no Sandy."
Hi! Delly here! I'm a bichon frise. My mommy says I'm crazy, eccentric and hilarious. These are my doodles. WOOF!