Who can resist the fresh, clean smell of laundry? Me!
I much prefer the laundry to smell like the wonderful scent of Woo!
So after my Momma did the laundry, I climbed right on in to make it smell more like… ME!
Who says a big-ish doggie can’t fit in a lil ole basket?!?
So quit readin’, get out there, and make some laundry smell great!!!
Have ya heard that Furry Tale about the magical godmother who snazzies up her goddaughter for the big dance? The one where the mice get changed into prancing ponies and the pumpkin becomes a swanky carriage. All until midnight. Then they’re all zapped back to their normal selves. Something like that keeps happening at our home. My pal Weston and I turn all see-through right ’round midnight!
What’s that? You say you want proof?
➫ Evidence Exhibit #1:
➫ Evidence Exhibit #2:
➫ My momma asked me to pass along some info about these photos to all you curious critters:
- My momma caught these Twilight Zone events on her digital camera.
- There was absolutely NO Photoshop jiggery pokery done to these photos. I promise on the stuffin’ of my favorite fuzzy duckie. And my momma promises too.
- These photographs were taken on different days – about a month apart. But on the nights that our ghost-selves made an appearance, my momma took more pictures less than a minute before and after… those photos came out 100% completely normal.
- The odd-pics and the norm-pics were taken in the same room, same lighting, same camera, same settings on the camera. She said this “double exposure” (her words, not mine!) thingy only happens when us dogs are in the picture.
I tried to tell her it’s happening ‘cuz Casper moved in last Halloween and he hasn’t left yet… darn freeloader.
Until Capser moves out, I guess this is just one more way I can keep my humans entertained! Hopefully no one thinks to get all cutesy and dress me up as a pumpkin or put glass slippers on Weston…
Holy frickin’ brrr.
Me and my pup pals are dressed in sweaters and cuddling each other and snuggling pillows *and* we are STILL FREEZING!
“Global warming” can bite my furry butt.
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I thought the news peoples said there’s something called “global warming”. Ummm… I got news for ya news peeps… This is NOT warm. This is like living on Hoth!
I hate Hoth.
The Queen of Pooch-dum shall reign above them all…
Actually its just Sylvia enjoying some chair time. Alone. And isn’t she so darn purdy???