my big, funny slumber party

Usually at night I get to sleep on a big, poofy bed in Eva's extra-big kennel. This is because I like to scoot around the living room on my little behind (it feels sooo good!) while Eva Peace, the cats and the Lady and the Man are sleeping.

But for some reason the Lady and the Man don't think this is the best use of my time. They say it's gross and then they get out the carpet shampooer and make loud noises with it all over the floor for a very long time.

I love sleeping on my big bed in my big kennel, so it's pretty ok with me.

But sometimes I get to share Eva's bed in the people's room. This is a special treat and I think it's so very fun. It's like a big, funny slumber party. 

When I get to sleep there, I smile with my happy teeth and sneeze my excited sneezes and get all frisky. Sometimes I even forget I'm not supposed to try to hump. But then we all settle down and the lights go off and it's time to sleep.

This is what I look like when I'm supposed to be sleeping in Eva's bed but get too excited to actually sleep.

The people say they sometimes have a hard time sleeping when I get to share Eva's big bed. Probably because I'm so cute they can't stop poking at me and taking pictures. So none of us gets the best night of sleep. But we all seem to think it's worth it.

I usually steal Eva's blanket, but she doesn't seem to mind. I do it on purpose because then she has to cuddle up closer.

a farewell to tee shirts

My itchies have been getting better and better, and I haven't had to wear my tee shirts in months. So the Lady and the Man decided it was time to clean out my closet. The Lady thought it would be a good photo op, so we pulled all of the shirts out and put them in a big pile in the back yard.

 How did my skin get better?

Mostly through a lot of lotions, potions, special baths, extra good food and time. When I first moved to California, my skin was a real mess from when I lived in the Sad Place.

Bad Rap started me getting better, and when I came to live at the House of Eva, my skin kept getting happier.

But I was still crazy with itchies sometimes. So I went to see some more doctors who looked at my skin all over, especially on my tummy, toes and armpits where the itchies were the worst. They poked and swabbed, scraped and looked closely, but there were no mites or creepy-crawlies. Just some yeasties and lots of irritated skin.

They gave me more lotions and sprays, and said I should get special baths to keep fungus and yeast from growing on my skin. I also got some special pills to keep fleas far away from me while my skin was healing and extra sensitive. And I got to pick out some special food that doesn't have any wheat or grain or corn that might make me even more itchy.

Sometimes the grasses and pollens in the air make me a little bit red and scratchy. So I get an allergy pill in my food and the Lady and the Man wipe my skin off with baby wipes and spray a special spray on my really itchy spots.

Now that my skin is better, my man boobs have shrunk back to a respectable size and though sometimes I have to kick a little itch here or there, I don't have to itch, itch, itch anymore.

At first, I kind of missed the warmness of my tee shirts. But my hair is growing in thicker and shinier, so it keeps me warm all on its own. Besides, even though I probably won't have to wear tee shirts ever again, winter is just around the corner and I know my fancy sweater is just waiting in the closet for me.

And maybe I'll have better luck getting more smooches from Eva when I'm all dressed up and ready to go out on the town.

Here I am thinking about making a move.

Here's Eva Peace ignoring my advances.