Mum had me incarcerated for one night at The Ark (my veterinary and boarding palace). There was a definite lacks of tummy rubs even though my favorite girlfriend, Jasmin, was working there when I came in.
And although I am now home, I was traumatized by having my nails clipped. Apparently I have stars by my name. I believe that the staff put those by my name to make sure everyone knows how important I am. (Mum says that is highly unlikely).
Let the new week begin!
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I totally understand, when Mom calls in for my trim, the Vetlady always says"Oh that Sasha, ok we will be ready for her" They actually have something called shark gloves that they use for me. I must be really special.
Loveys Sasha
Jail and nail. Not a good combination.
Slobbers,
mango
Mango said it all.
Oh poor Dozer-poo. But aren't your nails all buffed and sexy now? Beauty is pain dude, beauty is pain.
You have to stay ALL NIGHT just to get your nails clipped?! Good grief. Hope it was just your nails and not a problem with your recent surgery.
We also note a disturbing juxtaposition: you stamp your paws about your blog and suddenly you're incarcerated for 24 hours for a nail trim? Coincidence?
Jed & Abby
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