I'm now officially 8 months and 2 days old!
So here I was enjoying myself on Z's bed when suddenly, Z turn to be me and say "Hugo! Let's go for your grooming!"
Grooming? What grooming why wasn't I informed of this. I must say I hate grooming, really really dislike it. Because I have to be motionless and have strange people handling me. I hate it. I'm a really sensitive dawg you know.
So they pack me off in my bag and then Z decide to take a photo of me and my PA cause she aid I looked very funny in my too small bag!
We got into a cab, and arrived at the groomers (urgh..). As I've told you before I'm really sensitive so when they groomer was grooming me, I got worried and snapped at her. That resulted in both Z and the groomer telling me I'm a bad boy. I'm sorry that I'm afraid of pain (even if its one of those almost not painful kinda pain, especially if its inflicted by two-leggeds)
This was me before grooming. You can see how much fur I've accumulated!
While I was getting tortured, there's a maltese who was completelyun aware of my pique. Look at how deeply asleep this dawg is. Her tongue was sticking out!
This is me at home, after 3 hours of standing up and not moving. All that to make the two-leggeds happy. Jeez...
And because Z felt bad for having made me stand still for so long, so got these for me! Yipppie! More treats are always welcome.
Z also decide to change to a bigger collar for me. It seems I've grown too big for my little blue one, so Z upgraded me to a bigger Red Collar, which according to her, compliments my fur.
What do you Dawgs reckon?
Sorry for the bad photo, this was the only one that Z was able to take, because apparantly I move too much.
Here I am back on Z's bed getting my well-deserved rest.
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