I know, I'm looking a little scruffy. It's one of those days. I'm just sitting here on my little blue airline pillow and I hear rumblings of going to the gr....gr... groomer. It's not that I don't like to look my best but 2 hours getting washed and styled and mani-pedi-fied... sometimes it's just too much. It's a beautiful day - I should be outside lying in a hammock or running by the river. I want to just hide, but I live in a one room apartment so that gets difficult to do.
ok, I will pacify myself by thinking about the weekend and how spiffy I will look when I go apple picking. If it's anything like last year, I'll have a fun car ride and then get to hop about like a bunny in the tall grass at the orchard. I'm not a big fan of the apple, but I am of it's birthplace. I love to scoot about the trees, smelling but not peeing as that would be rude. It's tough to control myself sometimes but I'm a thoughtful guy.
I hear mom talking to me in that slightly higher voice. The one that she uses when I have to do something I'm not crazy about. She's already promised me a nice walk afterwards so this has got to be the groomer. I like Katina, she is super nice and the groom room is the place for grooming but sometimes you just want to curl up on your airplane neck pillow and go to sleep. Don't think it's going to happen.