Hello my blogging peeps. Boy do I have something to bark about today. I finally found out what a groomer was. I don't know if I like the whole thing but I sure do look mighty handsome now.
Mom asked Vicky, my groomer, how I did. She laughed and said that I had no problem with things I should have freaked out about and freaked out about things that shouldn't have bothered me. Call me crazy but I wasn't about to move when she came near me with scissors and those cutty things on my nails but I drew the line when she tried to touch me with that comb. No way was I doing that stuff without a fight.
Mom's hoping that I'll outgrow my dislike of brushes and combs but as far as I'm concerned this whole grooming thing is just not something I plan on repeating.
That's it for this report. Have a wooftastic day.