There’s been a terrible mistake. Mommis took me to some woman who sheared me like a sheep. I am having one long continuous nightmarish bad hair day ever since.
I am now the smallest of all four dogs. Taylor seems huge next to me, and he’s a puppy.
The woman said I was matted, but I know she shaved me because I barked in her store when other people came in and lots of people came in.
I was so mortified when I got home that I couldn’t go outside and I hid under the dinner table.
This ploy worked; we all got pieces of steak last night; I know it was because Auntie Belle was worried about my depression.
The woman ruined Paunnie, too. He looks like a lawn newly mowed by a 7-year old. He has long strips and short strips. But he doesn’t care. I care. I was boofnoo before. Now I’m Lammy Pammy again.
Merry Christmas. I’m going back to sleep to try to forget.