What a day. Frank has been MIA for the last week. He wasn't under the couch or in my toy basket. Mom went on a search and found him in his usual hiding spot, on the front window sill. It was a good thing she found him and redeemed herself, the nasty wrench!
Let me tell you my saga. A before picture of me:
I'm cute and hairy and warm.
So today at 9 am, THAT WOMAN, took me to the groomers. THE GROOMERS.......DOG HELL
I DON'T CARE HOW CUTE I TURN OUT! IT IS HELL!!!!!
They come at you with a noisy, roaring thing that rips off your hair. They cut your nails. They trim your face! I love my 'tache
They give you a bath. Do you know how many things I have to roll in to smell the way I LIKE IT?!
And then, AND THEN! TO TOP IT OFF.....SHAME OF SHAMES...................................
THEY EXPRESS YOU!
Thank god Dad came a rescued me!
I may just run away from home but, it is only suppose to be 14 FRICKIN DEGREES TOMORROW.
I'm cute and hairy and warm. 
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