So yesserday I went to the groomer/torturer place. I was there for hours and hours and hours. I was first in, last out. Well, maybe sumfin almost like that.
I was there for a long time.
Daddy came an' sprung me outta there.
I sure needed to "privacy please" when I got in My yard.
And now my cute, fuzziness is gone. Ok, so I am Still cute, just not fuzzy.
I got cold outside first thing this mornin. I was shiverin when Mommy finally let me back in.
And Mommy is Never satisfied with the job the g/t person does.
Today I got tossed onto the washer/dryer place. Got my beard trimmed off. Mommy likes it shorter, the g/t leaves it longer. Then she cutted off my toenails. Didn't think the g/t had done them at all. Mommy made one of my cute lil nails bleed. Daddy took me outside to "run that off".
I survived bein home tortured.
It's tough bein a cute lil Schnauzie grrl.
Here I am prakticaly nekkid, the middle of January.
It has quickly become clear that I need a new photographer. I am Much cuter than what she captured.