Mom and dad went to a party last night and I got to go too!!!
I know that they keep saying it's good for me to go places, heck I don't care, I just wanna go wherever they go... so it was off to a party at one of their friend's houses in Hollywood. I was quite the center of attention, I always love that.
Unfortunately nature was calling, and I suddenly felt the urge to poop. Well you should have seen mom, she's like a superhero - she got off the couch so fast (I didn't even know that she could see me in the other room, she must have some special sense for that, I'll have to make a mental note of that for the future) and grabbed my leash then came flying at me. She scooped me up in her arms and we ran down the stairs and outside. After a brief sniff of the neighborhood, I was able to relieve myself. Whew! Thanks for that one mom.
Then it was back to quesadillas and nachos! They have a very short table so it was easy for me to steal a few chips and pieces here and there. Dad was busy cooking while mom was talking with lots of people. I kept trying to lick all of the glasses that were everywhere, it was a new taste that I wasn't sure of but thought what the heck, I'll just keep on trying... but people kept pulling them away from me whenever I'd get in a good lick. Mom said it's something about "alcohol" and that I can't have any until I'm 18... well, I'm 18 weeks, does that count???
Then they tried to get me to wear a silly hat. I wanted to eat the silly hat. They managed to snap a quick picture of one hat before I began to eat it. So they tried another silly hat. That one wasn't much tastier than the first, but hey a dogs gotta do what a dogs gotta do!
Happy New Year everyone (from Behemoth the cat too)!