Doin' practically nothin'.
Trudy here again. Dawn had asked what >I've< been up to (me, not Mom!), and I wrote an answer and I previewed it and thought it was a perfectly good answer and when I went back to post it, it had disappeared. Mom told me that I didn't log in, so nothing was saved. Grrr. So now we're logged in and I'm just going to dictate. Mom's better at the typing than I am...drat!
The really bad hot weather just got to us on the East Coast in the past 3-4 days, so now we're only going outside when it's absolutely necessary, like for walks. Wonder of wonders, Mom's even getting up a little earlier than usual for our morning walk, but she says it's already in the 80s by then. For the past few days, I haven't even been trotting along like I normally do when we walk, just doing 1 step at a time and panting like an old dog...and I'm only 8! And it's even worse when we have to go out when she gets home in the evening. She'll take me out for a quick pee-mail check then, and once the sun is about ready to go down, we'll do another, slightly longer walk. Still hot though.
Then, on top of everything else this morning (heat, walking, panting, etc.) after she gave me breakfast she put my leash back on and just sat on the couch, holding onto the leash...and THEN she brought out the brush and comb from the side of the couch and started brushing me. Mumbling something about too much shedding. FOR 30 MINUTES! I mean, it sorta felt good, but she was turning me this way and that, brushing 1 direction than another, making me lie down and going for my tummy. I thought it would never stop! She filled up almost an entire plastic grocery bag with MY hair!
She used to give me treats when she did all this, but this time I just had to stand there and take it. That's just not fair. I mean, I should get something out of this besides a "Good girl, Trudy!"
Right?
Trudy (and Mom)
