I think I found a little bit of heaven this morning. I also got confirmation that I’ve trained my Woman really well. She gave me a massage. I think that’s what she called it. I don’t really care what it’s called, it was blissful. I was laying on the floor by the fire, all warm and cozy, and then she made things even better! She started rubbing my neck and shoulder, and it was delightful!
I tried to maintain my reputation as unconcerned and proud, but I don’t think I did a very good job. I accidentally made some yummy noises and had a little gas. That was kind of embarrassing.
I hope she does it again soon. I don’t want her to know that, but I really hopes she does. I hope some of you guys reading this get massages. If you don’t, you should come over here and let my Woman give you a massage. I’ve trained her really well.
Love, D.
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh… We’ll be right over! 😉
Ha! Your Woman found your deadly weakness. I didn’t know that farting was a sign of intense delight though. Good to know; I can honestly say Catie must be in a perpetual state of pleasure. 🙂
I am very happy. Very. Very. Happy.
I had my massage therapist come over a couple of times and show me how to work on Maggie’s back and hips. She LOVED it, and I think it really helped keep her back lose.
I agree with Catie’s mom- if farting means pleasure then quad pug boy Obie must be REALLY happy!!
Karen and the pugapalooza
We have a friend about to graduate from CSU’s vet school and she is the one who told me to start massage. It ain’t like the good old days when they taught anatomy and amputation only. Now it’s massage and acupuncture. My grandfather’s horse vet would roll over in his grave.
–Shari
A Massage??!! I wanna massage….oooooahhhh and I will be glad to provide the “aromatherapy”.
Oh yeah, like we need some more butt-scented Glade Plug-Ins.
Lucky dawg. Ooooh, I’d melt with a Dakota Mom massage. I’m next!