It all started innocently enough.  Mom looked bored, so Asa and I decided to give her something to do by making a bit of a mess in the kitchen and living room.  Little did we realize that would trigger Mom’s annual spring cleaning frenzy!  Usually she does it earlier in the season, so we thought our nose art and fur tumbleweeds were safe now that summer is almost here.  However, Mom disagreed, and declared war on our innocent fur dust bunnies.

With one swoop Mom washed away the nose art we used to decorate the windows.  Apparently she decided that was a temporary art exhibit.  No worries, that gallery never closes and I’m already well on my way to creating even better works of art.  Next she turned her attention towards hunting down all the places we tried to hide our fur for safe keeping.  From the top of the curtains, to the crevasses under the radiators, to Asa’s secret hiding spot behind the TV stand, no place was spared from Mom’s relentless cleaning!  She even moved the refrigerator and found what could have been easily mistaken for another dog.  But was she satisfied?  No!

Can you believe she washed all our toys!  Who does that to a dog?!  Asa worked really hard getting Ms. Caterpillar and Mr. Turkey to be just the right stink.  And sure my Nylabones don’t taste like when they were fresh out of the package, but that doesn’t mean they need to be cleaned.  It’s an acquired taste!  Luckily though as with the nose art and the fur tumbleweeds, it’s only a matter of time before we get things back to normal again.  Just a few spins dragging Ms. Caterpillar around the yard in the mud today and she will be as good as old once more.

New this year, Mom also declared war on her closet.  I have to be honest, I’m a bit worried here.  You should see all the bags of clothes she removed to be donated.  The whole time she kept muttering if the clothes were older than Lemmy (who would have turned 10 last November), it was time to go.  I’m seriously concerned now if Mom and Dad will have any clothes left to wear with that rule!  At least she left my stuff alone, and didn’t feel the need to weed out anything.  Or so I thought!

Would you believe Mom threw out my favorite bacon scented squeaky ball?!  That monster!  Oh sure it no longer smelled like bacon, not to mention it lost it’s squeak months ago, and I may have put a big hole in it the other day.  But that doesn’t mean it’s no longer my favorite toy!  However just as I was about to do the biggest tantrum ever done by a Golden, Mom gave me not one but TWO new bacon scented squeaky balls!  Well played Mom, well played.  Out with the old, in with the new!  That’s what I always say!  Now if you’ll please excuse me, I need start distributing my new fur tumbleweeds around the house again.  My work is never done…