....bout a dog named Gibbs. Poor scruffy pup... (can't think of anything to rhyme with Gibbs so gotta end my song right there)
Any way, Gibbs is looking pretty scruffy and let me tell you why. It's a battle that I lost.
Wade will always say to me "He needs a haircut. If you take him I'll pay for it"
My response is "OK, call and make the appointment and I'll take him"
He will not call even though the card with the groomers number is right there on the refrigerator. Instead he'll say something like "It was just a thought"
This infuriates me and being the stubborn person that I am I dig my heels in and refuse to make the phone call.
Alas, poor scruffy Gibbs is the one who pays the price. Of course he really doesn't mind that he looks scruffy but I think the neighborhood dogs are starting to laugh at him so I broke down and made the call. He'll be headed to the groomers on Monday.