Ok, so after a day with Lynda the groomer I came home totally ruined. I smell like crisp florals and feel like a bed of feathers and I am so bright-white clean I make a new pair of Hanes look dingy.
I am a boy. Dirt is kinda my thing.
I spent the evening with my pouty face and but those little devil horns to work. I hoped and I wished and it’s all coming true! It’s POURING rain outside. And it’s campday!
6 hours of romping in the mud with a pack of buddies? Don’t mind if I do.
Grooming can suckit.
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