On Friday, which is pizza night, Dad and The Mom were trying to guard their pie against our furry selves. The Mom ended up lunging after Tazo and her ranch dressing flew all over everything: Dad, the couch, the carpet, and most importantly, ME. I didn't realize that she got me until Titus and Tazo started trying to clean me off. It wasn't pretty for anyone. Then The Mom grabbed a wet towel and tried to wipe it off. That didn't go that well for her. heh heh Anyway, I finally gotted all the ranch off my furs. And I'll tell you what. It really brings out the shine. My furs have never looked so luxurious. And no, Khyra, no dipping sauce jokes from you!
