Monday, 23 January 2012
A Strange Day
My day started off sort of normal. DOD tried to trick me into being happy about going to the Groomers....you know,... the treats... and ' there's a good lad' ...and all that sort of stuff. And then the Groomers would not let me in because I did not have all of my vaccination health certificates. So Mom tried to fix me up with her kitchen scissors...not good! This woman may have been successful in some aspects of life but grooming is not one of them! I look sort of like a coconut with short legs....and now both Lacey and I have to go to the Vet's tomorrow for booster shots to make it possible for these Nazi groomers to finish off my 'do'! Dear Heaven, how much is a mature dog supposed to cope with?