Date Night

Well, I guess most everyone knows about the Date Night that Twix is hostessing. Well, I'm not sure if I completely understand it myself, but I thought if my furiends were going then it must be a good thing. And I thought about who I'd like to go with and, well, Bolo came to mind. He's a looker, you have to admit. I just can't resist a guy with a magnificent nose and a meat mouth. But then, who can?  And besides his dashing good looks he seems to be a gentleman of sterling character. So, I asked him. And he seems to have accepted.

He did want to make the point that his heart belongs to Mom and his responsibilities at home are considerable. That's fine because I'm just the same way. I have to take care of Daddy when he's not well, which is quite a lot, unfortunately. On days when he has bad pain and a hard time getting out of bed, I have to run into his bedroom and launch myself onto the bed and lick his face all over. He always smiles, albeit weakly, and says, "Good morning, Lola."  And if not for me, Alpha Mom would probably sleep to close to 6 AM or even later. When Blog  Mom comes home I have to give her undivided attention for a half hour or more and some advice on preparing dinner. I don't know what they ever did without me. Neither do they.

But back to date night - We don't know what the plans are, but Bolo and I agree that our idea of a great date involves chasing squirrels and doing mad fast laps in the back yard. I hope that kind of thing is included in the agenda. Anyway, thank you for accepting the invitation, Bolo. It should be fun.