Today was an 80 degree day with just a hint of what summer will be like. In case we had forgotten.
I hadn’t! Summer means I can’t go outside because of my wrinkly face. I asked my mom if I could get Botox. She said no. I said, but that’s what people do to get rid of wrinkles. And she said something about me being cute just the way I am.
I don’t like that. I like to be outside. I also like to eat muffins, so I moped around until I convinced someone to make muffins.
Unfortunately they were human muffins, not dog muffins. So I moped some more. And when everyone started complaining about how hot it was in our apartment (hello, the oven was on!), I blamed it on Davey.
Hey, he’s allowed to go out in the heat. He deserved it.
My mom says that’s like passing the buck. I dunno. I don’t have a toy called a “buck.”
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