Spa Therapy

Hey Dawgs - how's it hangin' with you? Do you remember me tellin' you last Monday that the weekend had been hard on me and I ended up with a limber tail? Doggone! I was hurtin' and the only way I was goin' to get thru the week was to be in a drug induced haze. OK, so baby aspirin might not be the hottest drug on the street but still, I was in pain and I needed my fix every twelve hours to help me get by.

The followin' picture shows my broken wag:

My tail is usually my crownin' glory and some have even said it has a life of it's own, so this was embarassin' to say the least. I did manage

to struggle through the week but when Saturday came,

I decided it was time to pamper myself a bit and

take a good, long, hot soak in the bathtub.

Ahhhh, I could get used to this kinda treatment!!!

Between your prayers and a good hot soak,

my tail is back and it's flyin' high again.

I got to feelin' real good and I was so bustin' with energy that my PUs decided a day at the Canine Spa would help and we wouldn't have to worry about the water bein' too cold. So we loaded up the truck and we moved to Beverleee ~ Hills, that is; swimmin' pools, movie stars...

Ooops, got off on a whole 'nother tangent there. Anywhoooo, I had the whole place to my ownself and I jumped and splished and splashed like a wild dawg.

Then I met a new friend and I wouldn't let him outta my sight, or my grip.

Meet Louie, Louie Lobster. Louie just hangs out at the Spa

all the time waitin' for somedawgy like me to come along and

take  him swimmin'.

I obliged Louie's wishes time and time again.

Louie is a crusty old dude but I still wanted to take him home with me.

That's when Mom gave me a stern talkin' to and told me that

Louie had to stay there to welcome the other Spa guests.

I let her have her way. This time. 

Oh well, I guess Louie might like it better at the Spa anyway

and I can't say that I blame him. I'd stay there too if I could.

Monday has rolled back into the picture once again and

I'm sure we'd all rather be havin' fun in a cement pond.

Maybe some day soon I'll hit some bubblin' crude when huntin' and

when I do, you dawgs are gonna be the first ones invited

to my Beverly Hills mansion!

And yeah, Louie will greet you at the gate.

Until then, have a great week!

Chester ;0=)

Pee. Ess. - My GrandPU's knee is healin' up just fine but we are still helpin' him and GramPU out a lot. Not to sound like a broken record (whatever that is) but our blog visitations leave much to be desired. We hate not seein' what you're all up to and we plan on stoppin' by as soon as we can.