YO! Bas here....man oh man, what a month I have had. First, I had to go to the vet...not once , but twice. Then came one of Mom's favorite holidays, the 4th of July, America's independence day and we had to celebrate that. To top everything else off.......I HAD A BATH!! Ok, first let me tell you I used to think going to the vet was fun. Last time I was there I got to play with my buds and got lots of treats. But something happened this time, something I can't quite explain. For months now Mom and Dad have been whispering about me....from what little I could pick up it had something to do with my prowess with the ladies. Apparently they think I'm in some kind of misery everytime a pretty little girl doggy walks by. They don't understand that I'm just a ladies' man. Well, anyway, one fateful morning they took me to the vet. I was so happy thinking I was going to see my old buddies again then I don't know what happened. Everything went dark and I can't remember a thing. I think someone gave me a little knock out juice or something. I woke up a few hours later and was still a bit too groggy to notice anything had happened. Mom and Dad came and picked me up and I was still a bit out of it, but I had this sinking feeling that I left something back at the vet's office. It was a few days after the pain relievers had wore off that I realized what had happened.....I left my balls back at the vet. Well, I had to get them back and thank goodness Mom realized it. She took me back about a week and half later. But you know what, all they did was poke me with a few needles give me a few treats and sent me home. What the heck??!! Apparently, this was Mom's plan all along...to deprive me off my manliness. She thought I was just too much man for most of the ladies around here. Oh well, I'm still just as sexy as ever and hey at least now we don't have to worry about any little Bas's running around.
Mom did make it up to me a little. She included me in our 4th of July celebration . We invited a few friends over for a little old-fashioned Independence Day BBQ. Mom had gotten a 'care package' from the good ol' US of A and we decided to share. Of course, they shared with me, too. And let me tell you, Mom makes a mean hamburger. It was a really nice night and the garden was nicely decorated with the American flag waving proudly. Mom and Dad seemed to have enjoyed themselves and I was, of course, the perfect host...I greeted everyone who came in . Good food, good friends...almost like the real Independence Day.
Remember I said she made up for it a little....well she almost erased that by giving me ...a BATH! Torture, absolute torture. That horrible, hissing snakelike waterhose spraying it's evil, venomous water all over. Then that stuff that bubbles up and takes away my natural smell. Disgusting, I tell you. But I got my revenge...what happens when you try to wash a 50 kilo dog that doesn't want a bath...you get wet. Mom and Dad were soaked from head to toe. If I'm going down, everybody's going down.
Well, that was my month..catch ya later....and watch out for vets and evil garden hoses. Time for a little snooze back on my beach...notice I used some of the 4th balloons to redecorate..pretty clever, eh?!
