Bubbaganoosh

That's his new name lately. Bubbaganoosh, bubba, bubbs...he'll come to just about anything.

It started with Murphy, and has slowly drifted to Haley and Jay. It's just a thing right now...everyone is bubbaganoosh.

[For anyone who noticed, I will retire this shirt shortly. It must be the one that I grab while running out of the house in a hurry, as I was this morning.]

We took these pictures as a mobile groomer was at our house last night after Murphy was groomed & while Haley in the van. I was trying to save time by having the groomer come to us. The unfortunate part was that as soon as Murphy saw the van (they came once before), he started clawing at the cement and running away from them while whining profusely. It took three of us to get him in there. I have never seen him react like that to anything. I had terrible guilt the entire time he was being groomed - he undoubtedly was afraid and hated it. So Jay and I sat on the steps and watched through the window to ensure it was legit. They were less gentle with him than I would have been but we didn't see anything suspicious. I will never, ever, ever force him to do it again. Poor bubba.

Haley was peeking out the window at us, as we were looking back at her. She seemed to do ok, but I doubt she would ever run and jump in the van again with curiosity as she did today.

If he could talk he would say, "Let me in!!" I'm sorry, bubba.