With grooming comes a new bow, and we all know how I HATE bows. I don't use the 'hate' word lightly...I reserve it for really awful things like baths and that yearly poopy test they give you at the vet. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that I was getting that bow out as fast as possible.
Mommy was able to get a few pictures of me before I pulled it out.

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Mommy always manages to get a picture of me with my tongue out.

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After I pulled out my bow, Mommy kept calling me Cousin It.

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While Mommy was washing her face, Maddux and I were chasing each other around the house. Mommy said we sounded like a couple of wild banshees. She came out of the bathroom to find this.

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To many, this may not seem odd, but when Mommy left us, this is what Maddux looked like.

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You can see that his bandanna was tied securely around his neck.
Mommy suspects that either I yanked it off his neck or he untied it himself...we will let you be the judge on which scenario you think is most plausible. My lips are sealed!























