Why did Mom put that title on there?  She’s going to be talking about you and your antics!  I’ve been very good lately.

Hemingway, when you get to the end of this blog, you’ll find out why Mom gave it that title.  I’m not the only who sort of got in trouble.

It all started on a calm, Tuesday night.  Mom came home from the work place and started acting kind of funny.  She got out this carrier thing and then she put some toys in it.  I thought maybe she was taking Hemingway for a ride.  But NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  She was after me!  I quickly looked at the calendar as I was running through the house and I saw my name on it.  Why hadn’t I looked at that before?  I played, “Catch me if you can” for a really long time.  Finally when Mom’s brother got home, he helped her capture me and put me in the traveling box.  I was not happy!

Mom says I’m supposed to apologize to all of you for the poor quality of the pictures in my slide show.  She didn’t have her usual camera and things were just not working right.  I don’t think she should have been taking pictures at all.  However, this slide show will give you an idea of the trauma I went through!

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It was so scary.  Even the doctor man said that I was super duper scared.  He gave me some “calm down” pills to take the next time I go.  Got news for him.  I’m not going again!!!

You won’t believe what I heard.  Mom and the doctor man were talking about giving me a mani and a pedi and something called a sanitary shave.  I thought maybe I was going to a spa and I would be in a real clean room without any Hemingway furs!  No way!  I won’t even tell you what they did when I was back there!

The doctor man said I actually was very good and wasn’t aggressive.  I may have scratched Mom once or twice but she’s used to that.  Now my nails are shorter so I can’t hurt her.

Oh, and the good news is that I lost a little weight.  I now weigh 11 pounds and am fit and healthy.  The doctor man even got out some mats that I wouldn’t let Mom touch.  She says I’m super handsome now.

Now…….about the Hemingway bad behavior.  The next night when Mom got home from the working place, she let us out.  Of course Hemingway goes in and out, in and out, in and out.  He’s always checking to see if he has new food in his dish.  I was having way too much fun watching the silly squirrels and chasing bugs.  (I’m knows for bringing bugs in the house to show Mom.)  Anyway, Mom got Hemingway in the house but I didn’t want to go in.  She tried everything and nothing worked.  I was afraid she was going to grab me and make me go see the doctor man again.

Hurry up and finish.

Well, Mom tried one more thing.  The red dot!!!  It worked and she got me in the house but then Hemingway decided to sneak out again.  She went out several times with the flashlight and he wouldn’t come in.  Mom kept telling him that he knows he can’t be outside when it’s dark.  He didn’t care.  Finally she got him to roll over on his back in the grass and with great difficulty she managed to get his huge body over her shoulder.

Huge?????

Mom was huffing and puffing so your body must be huge.                              

The next night neither one of us got to go outside.

From the Mom:

I’m sorry the boys have been so quiet for so long.  They keep telling me to help them with their blog and I keep telling them I’m just too tired.  A month ago I started a new job and it’s been very stressful trying to learn all the new stuff.  I expected to pick it up right away and do it perfectly but there was no way that was happening.  So, I beat up on myself and came very close to quitting.  I like the company and I love my view from my desk.  We’re up eight floors and we can see all around us since we have the entire eighth floor.  We’re right by the airport so I see planes taking off all the time.  The people there are really nice and I’m slowly getting to put the faces with the names.  So, I really haven’t felt like doing much of anything once I get home.  I’m hoping to keep the boys “in sight” more often as I let them talk about the goofy things they do.

Goofy?

Who said we do goofy things?

Well, I guess we all better sign off for now.  Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.