I’ve got a beef with my owner – Joanna! I was totally rockin’ the long, mangy, just-rolled-out-bed, too-cool-to-care look that I’ve been meticulously working on all winter. It took me three months to get that not-do-a-thing look to it! Then what does she do? She up and takes me to the salon! The salon! I’m a cool guy, I don’t go to the salon.
Wait, it gets worse.
Through a miscommunication with the groomer I came out looking like this:
They shaved me and gave me that long face and puffy tail look. That’s so not me. I’m a scrapper, a rogue, a trot to my own drum kind of guy…I’m not a pretty boy. At least Joanna agreed with that because when we got home she trimmed my face and cut down my tail. Made me look more of a man!
To add insult to injury, for this morning’s walk she made me put on this stupid looking coat just because it was cold.
Come on! I can take it, I’m a tough guy remember? I don’t need accessories, just the wind in my hair and the sun on my back. *okay, well it was so cold I would’ve frozen my you-know-what off…if I still had them of course…but that’s a rant for another day* So to show her how uncool she made me look, I walked behind them the entire way pouting, trying to shake off the darn thing every two minutes or so. I didn’t run, pull, jump, or yank on the leash once! That’ll show her!
I tell ya, it’s tough being a dog. Sheesh…