|I look good, right?|
First of all, I survived.
Yet another senseless grooming day.
I mean what's with my peeps? What's the obsession with cleanliness and smell?
I mean... take a look at that carnage! I felt like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz after the witch took him apart ("parts of me are over here, and parts of me are over there!!)
Don't tell the peeps, but it does feel better to be clean and fluffy. Cooler too. But do they have to touch my feet so much? Sheesh!
After that ordeal, I requested room service, just to settle my jangled nerves...
Lee Anna here:
What a drama king... it isn't that bad. In fact, I don't know if Cole is scared of the tub or disgusted with it, but during a loud thunderstorm we caught him daring to climb in by himself to escape the noise!
We said the storm must be scary to make the tub look like a safe haven!
(No poodles were harmed in the writing of this post)