Sunday, February 22, 2004
Sir and Missus have officially lost their minds.
They tell me that I am going to a dog show. At first I thought this sounded like a lot of fun. Perhaps there would be pretty little French poodles in the show, wearing tutus and kicking up their hind legs in a provacative manner. (I am going through puberty, you know)
I haven't gone to the dog show yet. Apparently I have to be washed, combed, clipped, stripped and scissored to get in the show! I admit, I would like to look nice for the French poodles but this is getting out of hand!
Today the Missus is taking me to something called conformation class. Anything that involves conforming doesn't sound like fun to me.
I hope those poodles are worth all this....
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They tell me that I am going to a dog show. At first I thought this sounded like a lot of fun. Perhaps there would be pretty little French poodles in the show, wearing tutus and kicking up their hind legs in a provacative manner. (I am going through puberty, you know)
I haven't gone to the dog show yet. Apparently I have to be washed, combed, clipped, stripped and scissored to get in the show! I admit, I would like to look nice for the French poodles but this is getting out of hand!
Today the Missus is taking me to something called conformation class. Anything that involves conforming doesn't sound like fun to me.
I hope those poodles are worth all this....
