So I've gotten a little on the shaggy side lately, but Dad likes me that way.
I've gotten a tad bit on the smelly side as well (according to the nag aka Mom)
I do not concur.
Today, a surprise ride in the Buick aka Elantra sent me into a happy dance.
"Really Mom! I get to go for a ride in the Buick?? C'mon! Hurry! Let's go!"
Mom and I rode around and we bonded. We laughed, and shook, and slobbered on the windows...
And then things got serious.
"You wanna go see Kevin?" she said.
"Yea! Yea! You bet I do!!" I said.
"...And get groomed" she added.
Whoooaahhh.... wait a minute.
U Turn pleassseee!
But I was harnessed and leashed and in her total control.
The rest is history.
I came home looking like a
And smelling like a french