|Home sweet home|
It is good to be home and quiet though.
The words I hate to hear happened over the weekend, out of the blue, with no warning
Already? It's only been 5 weeks. What's a little matted hair, itching and lake water to you? What's wrong with a little doggy odor? Leave well enough alone y'all. But no... and I admit I do feel better.
These took a beating while I got out the rest of my vexation at smelling like soap and being manhandled by
the peeps. Oh the noise the shaver and scissors makes. They, touch my feet
I must have squeaked for 5 minutes giving mommy such a look.
I let the squeaker speak for me.
She says we're not done. She still wants to torture me with the brush, scissor my leg hair, brush my ears! I mean, help me! What's this obsession with cleanliness?