Mom got home late from work, and she had a new dog bed for me (I LOVE my old dog bed, so this better not be some kind of trick.) And she had a bag of dog toys, and dog treats, and she carried them back out to the car.
Then she rushed me upstairs and into her bathroom, and made me take shower with her. Well, mostly it was me getting the shower - she used some girly-smelling shampoo, and then some girly-smelling conditioner, and then she tried to blow me dry (which I normally enjoy as a game) - but this was different, and after one whole hour she gave up. She said that now she knows while Phil (my Professional Bather) ties me to the wall when he blows me dry. And why Phil's blow dryer is 10 times more powerful than hers.
Then I wanted to run outside and roll around in the really wet dirt and mud in the backyard, and she said NO.
So I am rolling on her clean comforter, and getting it good and smelly.
She says the reason for all of this will become clear tomorrow.
She is very busy watching So You Think You Can Dance, so now I am going to go around and get reacquainted with some of my old buds!
I'll try to get back to you tomorrow with whatever the big news is.