The Sweaty Freak

Mom took advantage of the in-between storms to give me a bath.  She noticed my tummy was very broken out with allergies and the backs of my legs were, too.  Soon I was standing in the walk-in shower, covered with apple-scented oatmeal shampoo.  I always stand very still and quiet in the bath, but when I get out, it’s Hairy Bullet time!  I always go crazy without my collar on.

First I gave myself several good shakes.  Then I found a bone to grab (this shot is right before I took off):


You can see the look of pure mischief on my face!

Mom had a basket of laundry she was folding.  Now, people have a lot of different names for these kind of T-shirts:


But Jamie refers to them as “sweaty freaks” (as in, “When I wear one, I feel like a sweaty freak!”)  Casually, I snatched the Sweaty Freak from the laundry basket and took off like a bottle rocket upstairs.  I ripped around, leaving gauge marks in the carpet.  Whoo-hoo!  I’m naaaaked without my collar!

Finally, Jamie retrieved the Sweaty Freak (which had to go back into the laundry) and I went into Guard the House mode:


I like this shot, because you can see my muscles.  Dad says I’m getting fat but he should talk.  The other day, he accidentally put on one of Jamie’s T-shirts (not a sweaty freak) but you should have seen what he looked like.  He was all, “I’ve got to lose weight” then when Jamie told him it was his shirt he’s all, “Let’s get ice cream.”

I’m almost dry now, so Mom’s going to put my collar on soon.  Woof!

Love, Maggie


4 thoughts on “The Sweaty Freak

    1. maggie0019 Post author

      Did you get Mom’s email? She did send one. I hope you got it. Mom is quite ill now and I have to care for her. She needs surgery this week. Woof! Love, Maggie


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