I'm not talking to HER (even though it was the Mr. that dropped me off at Miss Debbies on the way to work). That will teach her to send me to spa. I don't think she saw me in the play room with the 3 other doglets having a party after we were poofed, massaged, buffed and treated. Nah, she's not the fast, she couldn't have seen me flirting with that cute Pom. And she didn't give me the WHOLE vanilla Frosty at Wendy's, just 4 licks...big licks, but still, I thought the WHOLE frosty was for ME!
To make up, SHE retreived my new fishy off the top of the fridge where it was sleeping after I had a discussion with Puffers over just whose fish it was and that if he looked at it again, he was a dead dog walking. Can I help it that I just sorta brushed my teethies over his neck so he'd remember next time? He's really forgetful unless you give him a friendly reminder. Ahem. That's all I'm admitting to on that subject.