Roxy here. One last time. Yesterday was a baaaad day.
I totally forgot it was Friday and got really excited when mom asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. A ride? Of COURSE I wanted to go for a ride! I live and breathe for riding in my truck! It was even more exciting, though, because Teagan, my mom's oldest son - whom I adore - was going for a ride, too!
Oh, fool that I am, I jumped right into my truck and off we went. Straight to the GROOMERS.
I knew when we walked in that this wasn't where I wanted to be.
I tried to wedge myself between Teagan's legs and the door, hoping nobody would notice I was there. Didn't work - they totally saw me.
I tried to make woeful eye contact with people on the other side of the door. That didn't work either:
I concentrated really hard and tried to wish myself to the other side, but I was too scattered, by this point, and couldn't pull it off:
And so, there was nothing I could do when this laughing lady scooped me up and told me to wave goodbye to mom. Wave goodbye? Like I had a choice:
With one last look at me through the window, she left me! My mom actually left me:
When mom came back to get me, the lady with the scissors wasn't finished yet. I was trying really hard to hold still. She was snipping around places that were making me uncomfortable:
Finally, it was all over. I was a little peeved at Mom when I saw her, but she started making all those familiar noises that I know and love and, of course, I forgave her right away:
And so, that's all there was to it, really. I'm back home again and all is well, for the most part. My mom and dad have been sort of laughing at me because, although the scissor lady did a really good job, she did, um, kind of give me this Brazilian cut in the back. Really! There isn't a lot of hair left back there any more, if you know what I mean. But just in one long strip right across my...well, you know. Mom wants to post a picture of it, but I think I've convinced her not to. For now.
But please don't ooh and ahhh over me. From all outward appearances, I may look like a frou-frou, girly-dog, but, in actuality, I'm a mud-loving, dirt-eating, property-protecting, farm girl through and through.
It's raining really hard today and I can't wait to go outside!
I'll leave you with this: