Mum has forever altered my good looks. Whilst I attempted to eat a dead mouse out upon our walk a few days ago, she pulled my leash with abandon. I put my head down and scraped my nose on the sidewalk. There were gallons pints was a bit of blood.
I can never be a show dog (Mum says for a variety of reasons, not the least of which I have no jesticals) with this HUGE scar on my nose. I feel I am due some compensation in the form of nibbles and treats. Mum says no.* Note from Mum: Last night Dozer and Cooper lied when I asked them if their father had fed them. "Oh no!" they said when, in fact, they had just finished their dinner from their father. So they had a second dinner and continued to deny the first entree they had consumed a half hour earlier. (big sigh) This can only wreak havoc on their diets!

