To get beautiful is such a pain.

Today my mom and Lori got up around 7 am, so right away I knew something was up. Next thing I know I am in the car and on my way to the groomer's. When it was time to get picked up, my mom and dad came to get me. I ran right past mom straight to dad, because I was still a little upset with mom for taking me to the groomer's in the first place. In spite of all the trauma of getting groomed, I must admit I look good.

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