Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Mom hupped Zoe up on the grooming table this evening, outside.There was a nice cool breeze and I was drowsy, so I lay down nearby for a doze.
Well, for once Mom had her brain engaged and was standing to weather of Zoe.
She kept waking me up talking about Zoe's coat. It was blowing for the third time in four weeks.
"Look at All This Undercoat, Good Thing I Bought a New Rake, Wow!"
I woke up hearing the words, "Good Zoe, want a cookie?"
When I popped up, Mom laughed at me and said, "Sailor, you look JUST LIKE ZOE!"
I craned my neck to look at myself, and she was right. When I dozed, was I was leeward of Zoe. The breeze took care of the rest.
I am still spitting and sneezing Zoefur.