~SIgh~

The sun is shinning, the snow is melting, and my sweater is back in the closet. This is the life. Grandma sent Mom an email today. She wanted to know when we are coming to visit. Treats!  Mom! Grandma she has TREATS! Yummy. Maybe If I'm good we can go tonight. hmmm. I'm a good girl. Yep yep!

Smooches, Bliss

HI!

Hello everyone I'm Bliss (Pain in the Butt) Jensen.

I'm not sure where the pain in the butt comes from but Mom says it all the time. (i.e. Come here you pain in my butt...) Mom and Dad got married two weeks ago and they say I'm a real Jensen now, like I wasn't one before. Ha. Mom got me from Dad's parents for Christmas last year. I guess Mom was there when I was born. Weird.

It snowed here on Friday. There was fluffy white stuff every where. It was great until Mom decided to take Allie and Me for a walk. She put a sweater on me which was the most humiliation thing ever. Ahhh. It was orange with white stripes, or maybe white with orange stripes, either way it was HORRIBLE! And to top that off she put my purple "gentle leader" on me. Ugh. Allie doesn't need a stupid head collar or a sweater. I don't see why I need them!

I suppose I should tell you more about my sisters. Allie is the oldest at Seven years old. Her birthday is in July. She's a lab retriever mix and THE QUEEN B. Next is Nala. She 4 in March. Mom rescued her before she met Dad. Nala is weird. She runs into things like walls and Dad. Dad thinks she's got a screw loose, Mom says shes got bad eye sight. I guess Nala is a lab, mom calls her a smooth coated poodle. Kendra is 3. Her birthday is in March too! Dad got her right after he and Mom met. She's really Cool! we hang out together all the time. Kendra is also a lab. (See a pattern here?) She's really little for a lab though, like 60 lbs. Soaking wet. She's fun. She can jump right over the top of the kennel without touching it. Makes Mom laugh.

OK back to me. I hate sweaters. Especially orange and white one. I guess when it cold and snowy out their OK but don't tell mom. Allie makes fun of me. We got like five blocks from the house on Friday and i was a pupsicle. Brr! Now mom wants to get me a parka and boots, Ugh. Dad said no but Mom always wins. She keeps saying my birthday is coming. Whatever the heck that means.

Yawn...

Well its past my bedtime and my paws are tired. Good Night World!

Smooches, Bliss