October 20, 2005
Today I got thrown in my kennel while they whisked Speak away, which is kind of scary because it means I'm all alone. They came back with this other dog.
He didn't smell like Speak. He didn't look like Speak. But they tell me he's still Speak. I'm not so sure. Now when I try to bite him it's a lot harder to get a good grip. And he can see me coming.
May 16, 2005
It's haircut time again. Check me out. I was getting shaggy and it was hard to see, so I don't really mind, but it's still a shock to the system. Plus they tricked me.
Usually when I get a haircut I know right away what's going down because we get out of the car at that house, and I can smell the other dogs and hear that dreaded shearing sound. But the grooming witch must have moved. This time we got out of the car in some unassuming parking lot, and I thought it was a new toy store or something. But we opened the door and there she was. Blast.
On the up side, there's less hair for Mazie to bite.
February 17, 2005
Have I mentioned how much I hate bath day?
January 19, 2004
October 20, 2003
Tonight they came at me with scissors and threw me in the bathtub. While photographic proof would be great for the prosecution, my self-esteem could do without.
July 13, 2003
Today I had my first bath. Not exactly a pleasant experience.