Please excuse my slacker brother

This is Chloe, Roscoe’s sister. Roscoe is unavailable to make a blog entry today. The big loser is hung over with daddy and taking a nap upstairs. I am not exactly sure what happened last night except daddy had friends over for something called a “bachelor party”. Mommy and I were upstairs. We weren’t supposed to be home, but the snow screwed our girls’ night out. I can’t believe I blow dried my hair just to look at Blue. I was not thrilled having to hang out with the other little ones, but I suffered through it. I could hear some laughter and hollering downstairs. It sounded much more exciting than listening to Lucy incessantly whine for attention. I mean really, the only voice I like to hear is my own. So anyway, not really sure what was going on but it sure did smell funny when we came downstairs this morning. The perfect dog that I am, I volunteered to help clean up the floor. There are always good scraps on the floor when daddy cooks. Mom said it smelled like a brewery and cigars. It didn’t bother me. Still smelled better than Roscoe does most days – ewww. In the kitchen I could smell bacon and beef, and daddy gave me a bone because he knows how special I am. Ok, I am bored with you now. I think I need some “me” time. Oh, and no need for thank you’s. You are welcome my for gracing you with my presence.