My life as a rescued dog.
February 8th 2013 8:16 pm
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Mom just won't let me get really good. Just when I start to get just a little smelly or a little dirth she puts me in the tub and bathes me with that sweet smelling stuff. Then she does nails and trims my hair. Yesterday she took me to the groomer. You know what they do to you there? It's fun while your there. The ladies love on me and rub and brush but I always leave with most of my hair gone! Nice in some ways.
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