Bad Blogger. Bad....

I know, I know, it's been a long time since my previous post. I apologize for my absence, but hey- I've been busy! Dream job has been dreamy, I have exploited the cash for clunkers program (even though I refuse to admit my previous car was a clunker!), I have tried numerous new Pampered Chef recipes, I have gotten my tush back to the gym, and now Pampered Husband and I are preparing for my mother coming to stay with us for the Fall/Winter. Each one of those things deserves an entry by itself, and they will get their necessary attention, but tonight I have got to tell you the funniest Pampered Pet story ever.

Tonight PH, myself, and PPs went on a long walk on our favorite local track. When we got home everyone assumed their position. PH was on the sofa with one of our labs, I was on the love seat with the Jack Russell, and the third lab was on the floor. Well the little one on the floor must have decided it was time for him to get the love seat for a change, so he stood up and started to heave like he was going to throw up. As soon as I jumped up to help him and get something to clean up the mess that I knew was coming, he stopped, and jumped on to the love seat all by himself. How in the world did my pet just outsmart me? I guess they truly are pampered!

Pampered Wife