Yesterday I was taken to the groomer, AGAINST my will. As you know, we canines pride ourselves in our aromatic and punk style coiffures. We need to sport that lived-in look. That street-smart appearance. That look we spend weeks, if not months, to perfect is erased soon after we enter the spa.
Then...
Feathery paws to walk the tundra. To track in weeds and stuff.
Now...
... the Pussy Foot Prance.
Before...
The ever popular tumbleweed look.
After...
A "cleaner" profile. And needless to bark, a funny aroma.
At least they saved my street flag...
I wear it proudly.
Sad to bark, I lost my street cred yesterday.
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Why are the humans always messing us up?? I don't get it. I don't go and cut their hair or spray smelly stuff on them?? You still look cute though.
ReplyDeleteThanks Handsome Joey.
ReplyDeleteMaybe if we tried chewing off THEIR hair they would leave us alone.
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Tell your peeps you can help clean if they leave your feather-duster feed alone!
ReplyDeleteGreat idea, Charlie. I love sliding around corners on the wood and tile floors. Wheee! Might as well help out. Thanks.
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Hey Suzy,
ReplyDeleteWe think you look beautiful even with your furs cut :) Keep an eye out for the postman - he may be coming to visit you soon ;)
love
Opy
Hey Opy,
ReplyDeleteI want my foot furs back.
My eyes are peeled and I'm camped out at the front door. :o))
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