Not Just Another Pretty Face by River Song

I went to the groomer’s last week.  I got my usual cutting, primping and shampooing.  When the groomers brought me out to be returned to my parents they told my Mom how cute I was, how they loved my face, and every hair on my little body.  You know the usual stuff.

I was touched, but I have heard it so often it is beginning to annoy me.  I am more than just a beautiful face.

I want to be appreciated for my mind.  I have a lot of interesting thoughts that I like to share with people and dogs.  I used to do this everyday with my baby Daddy Suede.  Maybe that’s why, according to the groomer who owns him, he has lost his healing.  Mommy has always said my barking would drive someone deaf.

If you have read my past blogs you know that I have escaped from my crate on several occasions.  This takes great cunning and planning.  (Although my parents may have finally outfoxed me.  I am stuck with a crate surrounded by two walls and a bureau, with a soft heavy weight on top and bungee cord  attached to Pocket’s crate so if I escape my crate I will end up in her’s which is more distasteful to me than being stuck in mine.  I did have a shot at escaping on Saturday.  Mommy put me in the wrong crate.  She was overcome by my beauty.  But I knew she made a mistake and didn’t want her to feel bad so I stayed put.)

Plus I have a wonderful sense of humor.  Mommy says I always make her laugh.  Like how I use my right paw to reach out and touch her when I want attention and last week when she was on the computer I reached out to touch her wrist, missed, and I slammed my paw on the keyboard three times.  She thought that was really funny.

So please, when you think of me, don’t think of me as just another pretty face.