Well I’ve indulged quite a bit over the holidays. In fact, my mommy’s been calling me Hoover cause I’ve sucked up every crumb that hasn’t been swept up before I could zero in on it.
Mom was indulging quite a bit herself. She was looking haggard and her skin was kind of dull from all the holiday stress so I “encouraged” her to make an appointment to get her face handled. Mom went to Deme a few days ago to see Jane Marie, mom’s nationally certified medical aesthetic specialist. Wow, that’s a fancy title. But look at Jane Marie’s photo (click on her name above and scroll down the page if you haven’t already)……there’s not a line or pore visible on her face. And mom says she looks better in person.
Mom came home glowing and with the softest skin – just like baby skin. I can’t stop rubbing my cheek against hers and touching it with my paw.
Noooooo, wait mom. I’m not finished writing yet. I don’t want to move over…………
NOTE FROM PUGSLEY’S MOMMY: CONTRARY TO WHAT PUGSLEY TELLS YOU, HE IS NOT TOUCHING MY FACE WITH HIS PAW BECAUSE IT’S SOFT. HE’S SLAPPING ME SILLY BECAUSE I DARED TO STOP RUBBING HIS BELLY FOR A SECOND WHILE I TRIED TO GET SOME FEELING BACK IN MY FINGERS.
Mom has her version; I have mine. I hate it when she reads over my shoulder while I’m writing. Next she’ll tell you the scratches all over her face are my fault too.
So anyway, I walked by the mirror this morning and took a good look at my face. Jane Marie, I spotted some fine lines under my eyes and on my forehead. They’re hardly noticeable, right? Sigh – I feel like everyone can see them. I think they make me look sad. Maybe even a little mean and grumpy.
Do you think I need to come in for a peel? Or maybe some Botox? I don’t want to wait until I get full blown wrinkles. How embarrassing would that be? So please let me know. I’ll make my appointment and have my driver – I mean my mom – take me.
I better moisturize and get my beauty sleep. Good night everyone.