First of all, it rained for most of the time... but that wasn't the worst of it.
"Pwease don't tell dem, mom! U'z hertz mah pride!"
Chloe had a rash. Or hives. Or a mutated version of both a rash and hives, combined together to cause one itchy, splotchy pink skinned chihuahua. We believe the culprit was a patch of tall, wet grass in the back yard that a certain husband has neglected to mow this week (I know, I know, it's been raining).
After being loaded up with Benedryl and a couple of oatmeal baths, the rash has faded to a slightly darker pink hue on Chloe's chest and stomach.
For those who know Chloe, her entire underside is pink and barely covered with fur. The "fur" is more like a layer of peach fuzz. In the tub the pinkness really shows:
"Otayz, mom, now ur really embawising me!"
I know, Rory... hearing all about Chloe's rash is boring you and you'd like to share what you did over the weekend.
Which would you like to share first, Rory? The fact that you chewed a hole in the guest bedroom comforter? Or about you dissected one of the chihuahuas' toy squirrels?
No? You mean you didn't do any of that? You want to talk about the lake?
Because of the rain, we had to leave the lake prematurely on Saturday. Rory was not a happy puppeh.
No other weekend action was capured, as my camera battery had died and I was much too lazy to walk out to Ian's car to get the charger.
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