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The Adventures of a Farm Dog Leading a Charmed Life

Petunia G- Not a B

Where to begin? I thought the evil bow was bad. Then, my regular groomer dresses me up like a bee- which would be humiliating enough. However, when you consider that it was possibly a stinging insect that caused my IMHA, then it's beyond beyond unfathomable wrongitude. You see my wrath has turned my lovely eyes into lasers. Grrrrrr to you, Groomer.

A warning to my fellow farm dogs!

Don't let this happen to you! I've been vacationing in the cool and lovely Smoky Mountains of NC- which is actually a pretty nice place to summer. That's not the problem. The problem began when Mama took me to the local groomers to ameliorate the natural fragrance (quite nice I thought) of doggy walks in the wilderness (woods and streams) for the past several weeks. You see what they did to me in my profile pic! I have NEVER EVER been bebowed in my life. Thank goodness we're traveling and the animals around the farm can't see this! The shame/ horror of it all! Be comforted, my furiends, that my Daddy rescued me from the evil pink bow (after laughing at me), leaving only the nasty aroma of "clean dog" and indignation. Grrrr.

Rest in peace, Frank McCourt.

Mama says few have your gift for memorable poignant storytelling.