For the sake of oral hygiene...

Emily was nice enough to bring me some dental chews. I think that's her way of saying that my breath is the stinky stink. Regardless of motivation, I do enjoy the chews. So thank you, Emily!

Maybe...

...if I stay very still no one will find me among the pillows.

Ouch!

I do not like getting my nails trimmed. Do not, do not, do not, do not. The bath I don't mind. The subsequent nail trimming is not fun. Today Beth got a little overzealous with the trimming. And now one of the toes on my back right foot hurts. But licking said toe seems to lessen the pain.

Olympics

Like most Americans, I have been spending my evenings watching the Olympics. I get so excited about the volleyball. And the swimming. But mostly the volleyball. I just wish I could figure out where the ball goes after they hit it. And believe me, I've searched high and low. I've looked in the dining room. I've looked behind the tv. And it's nowhere to be found.

Lay down!

I know what you're thinking - you've seen scores of pictures of me laying on the ground. Here's the twist: how I got there. It's quite simple, really. Michael and /or Beth tell me to "lay down!" and then I flop on the floor. And then I get either a) an ice cube, b) a milk bone, or c) a good scratching. That's a no-lose situation in my book.