“Sigh. Life is hard. Especially when my body guard is in the shop getting his smile brightened. I have nobody to protect my jodhpurs and gum drop nose. If woo could only recognize how hard this is for me, it would be so much easier for woo, Momma.”
Note to self: do not leave the husky alone today. Especially when she's in the revenge business.
"Cracker's Log 20180514---No dogs on the bed. That's the house rule, they say. But here's the thing, I was violated yesterday. Victimized. Even abused! That morning, I was blissfully dreaming away on my heated biomat of adorable fluffy husky babes and hundreds of raw meaty bones when I was uncouthly awoke from my peaceful slumber and hauled out of the house. I barely had time to complete my business (after all, it was such an uncivilized hour) before I was rushed away to the dogtor's office and slipped a Micky. All of this, against my will! A shameful act! Next thing I know, I wake up, hung-over and three teeth stolen! What the what? Now I have to pick up the pieces of my broken life, and try not to focus on what exactly happened to me during those 38 dog years missing from my memories."
Dog drama. Who am I to deny him a little comfort for the psychological pains of dental work? Humans make rules for dogs to break with sad puppy eyes.
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