One of the worst things that can ever befall a dog happened to me this past week. I was put on a diet! My parents have been commenting about my weight a lot recently. I considered this behavior to be rather gauche. You do not comment on a lady's weight. Thankfully, I am a forgiving sort. Last week I went to my trusted groomer. She is the one who traveled to Florida and brought me to Massachusetts to live with my forever family. She is the mom to my paramour, a studly young Griffon who I was once bred with which we an ill-fated attempt to pass my beauty onto a further generation. While one groomer carried Pocket to the waiting area, my groomer came out, especially to see me. "Hi there, chunky," she said with a smile. I looked around to see who she was addressing, but no one else was there. When she picked me up, she made and overly exaggerated grunting noise as if my burden was too much to bear. I was crushed. I also understood why this woman groomed dog
Featuring the exploits of Ruby Rose, Foley Monster's Tails From Rainbow Bridge, and co-starring Angels Pocket and River Song. We always try to leave you between a laugh and a tear