Cousin It

It was grooming day today. Maddux and I were hoping the gas crisis would work in our favor and the mobile van would run out of gas before it got to our house. Unfortunately, our hopes were dashed when the van pulled in the driveway. The guys were late because everyone was blocking the road waiting in line to get gas.

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!