Dear Diary,
I found out what's been causing the itch that's been waking me early every morning. Mom freaked out today when she was holding my face close to hers and saw fleas. I mean... really freaked out. Did I tell you my mom doesn't like bugs?
She told me I was too shaggy, I needed bathed and groomed, and that the frontline wasn't working... whatever that is.
First she made some phone calls. When she couldn't find any one that would do emergency grooming, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
When I asked her if she had a license to do that, she told me to be quiet and still... then it was snippety-snip...
This woman did not know what she was doing.
Then it was off to the tub to be lathered up in dawn dishwashing liquid. Someone told her it would kill fleas. I was not a happy camper.
Mom says, 'oh don't worry about your haircut Gracie... you can start a new fad.' I say, give me the scissors and let me cut her hair 100 different lengths.
Hmph! Gracie.
