Ambrose and I were having a perfectly good game of chase in the dog park when Barbara took a look at us and decided that something had to be done.
She said that I looked "tufty and disheveled". Very rude of her I think. When she starts talking that way, I know that I am in for a session of dog grooming torture.
Then she made remarks about my "bedroom slipper feet" and I knew there was no hope that I would escape it.
Regular readers of the blog know that I hate being bathed and groomed. Barbara has desensitized me to all the evil implements of dog grooming torture but I still don't like it. Goofy boy that he is, Ambrose does not seem to mind it at all.
I find it stressful even though I get lots of treats when she tortures me.
Just look at the evil implement that she is using on my paw fur! I think that she got it from that TV show 24 when they try to make someone tell where the nuclear weapons are hidden.
Then we had to go Max's Dog Wash and Torture place for baths. I refuse to have my picture taken in the bath anymore. It is humiliating! Here are a couple of pictures of Ambrose in the bath. Even though he likes being brushed, he doesn't like the bath either.
Every time I have to suffer through this torture, Barbara tells me that it is important for my health and well being for me to be groomed and bathed. It is her responsibility to check my skin and ears for parasites and icky conditions and if my fur gets matted it will be hard for me to move properly. I think she is full of it.
So I suffered through it all and now she tells me I look lovely. Well of course I do but I am NOT happy.