Today is the worst day EVER. First thing this morning, Mom rushes me outside saying "it's freezing out here, hurry up!" I pay no attention and sniff every blade of grass within my full radius before I choose the exact place to do my thing. Then, since she feeds me after the gym I am practically starved to death because she ran 30 minutes late. And that was only the beginning. Next thing I know she's locking me in the small room with a torture device that shortens my beautiful long nails. I'm sure she was trying to take each toe off but I was too swift for her. Next she brings out the awful shedding brush AND the scissors! And before I could break down the door for my mad escape she puts me in the bathtub. Boy was I mad. I shook all over and got water everywhere just to show her who's boss.
But now everything is ok, because I got a biscuit. And every dog knows a biscuit cures any bad day.
