A scruffy moi.
Time for a new do…. get ready, get set…
There I am! A shadow of my former self. Almost done…
Ah. All done.
Whew. That feels better. Thanks Godmother Carol! I’m a new man. Thanks to you. I think you should have a reality TV show like Tabitha. Where she visits those salons and whips them into shape.
You could visit Scottie homes and whip those peeps into shape. And say things like, “When was the last time you brushed this poor fellow?” or “Her fur is matted in her armpits! Shame on you!” or “Do you think this little guy can brush himself??? Honestly! This is terrible! You MUST take better care of this poor little Scottie!!”
Yep. You could do that. And those pooches would be better off for it. Me? I live the life others can only dream of. Where my peeps do my bidding. They’re at my beck and call. Where I get brushed all the time. (My fur AND my teeth.) I get green beans and treats. I get to sleep on the bed.
Yes. I have it made. And, now, thanks to you, I look like a million bucks. Ah me.
What You Learned Today:
- I hadn’t had a haircut since June 28! Shame on me!
- Last night I visited my Godmother Carol.
- Thank goodness. The cut, strip and bath were looong overdue.
- You gotta take care of us Scotties. So that our natural beauty can really shine!