Mom was going to make cookies for a picnic and a BBQ that we were going to later in the day. Being the sweet boy that I am, I decided to hang with her in the kitchen to help if needed. She started pulling out the stuff we needed to make cookies. First out came the flour. Mom thought it would be a good idea to shake the airtight container a bit to loosen up the flour. But, she jostled it a bit, the top came flying off, then landed back in the container, spewing flour out all over the place. I didn't find the outcome amusing.
As I stood there, trying to figuring out what to do, Mom and Dad are laughing their fool heads off. Then Mom is telling me to stand still, cause she had to get the camera. Umm... Hello?!?! I have stuff all over me! What am I supposed to do with that?? Do you know how hard it is to NOT shake that stuff off me??
I used my cuteness to try and get them to let me shake, but that didn't work either. Mom rushed me outside, so I could shake it all over the yard. Once I got most of it off, we came back in to clean up the house. But, I still looked a bit off.
Mom continued to giggle at me, saying that we now know what I will look like as an old dog. I didn't think it was funny.
Again, I used the cuteness to get someone to help me. Dad finally got a wet towel and wiped me down until I looked like myself again.But, for some reason, if someone pats my head, I now poof just a little. I'm hoping that will stop soon.
Wags and Wiggles,
Dagan
