Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. ~Khalil Gibran, Lebanese-American poet, writer
Well, not here, exactly.
More like on the lam. Fled the scene.
And to think this week started out so good.
On Sunday, Mama conducted an Easter Egg hunt.
All. For. Me.
She took tiny dog treats, tucked them inside plastic eggs, and hid them around the house while I was outside. When she brought me in and told me to find them, I was soo surprised!
Anyway, she hid them three times just for me — and I was hoping this fun game was something we could do together from now on. Every day.
I was wrong.
Shortly thereafter, Mama said I looked “scruffy” and “unkempt,” and she hauled me off to the groomer’s.
Does that picture of me look “scruffy”? Do I really look like a “ragamuffin”?
Uh-uh, I didn’t think so either.
Besides, the groomer’s isn’t a place a dog like me enjoys. There are far too many cats who insist on rubbing me. Far too many dogs barking. A clanging phone and a TV that’s never off.
Baths and brushing are okay, but my groomer needs glasses. Look what she did to my toesies:
Now you know why I’ve had it. I’m done. Outta here.
No more pain. No more misery.
Definitely no more grooming.
Mama, you should be ashamed. You could have groomed me yourself. You never nick the quick.
Nor would you act all unconcerned if you ever did hurt me. Humph!
I guess you’d like to see my last photo before I bailed, right? Well, here:
So now that I’m AWOL, I have to ask again — any of Mama’s blogging buddies who’d like to adopt me? I’m housebroken, give lots of love, not finicky with my food, and ride real good in the car.
I’m a bit “scruffy,” but beauty’s more than skin-deep.
P.S. April Fool!! I, Dallas, am NOT for sale. Nor am I wandering aimlessly around the countryside in search of another home. I love my mama. She’s my world, and I’d never leave her!