Boo to Petsmart...and Momma!

Today Momma tricked us. She tricked us BAD! Petsmart is my favorite place on the whole entire earth. Well, it used to be. Today we got in the car and we drove over there. I was so happy to see all my friends, including my Meagan, who I have know since I was a teeny baby. She always gives me extra hugs and treats. I don't give kisses much, but I give them to her. I just love her. So I was very happy with all the attention I was getting. As we walked through the store, a guy working there asked Momma if he could take my picture for Twitter. Momma said yes and Daddy brought Winston over so he could get in on the fun too. He took this picture and posted it on the internet. Maybe I can be a famous basset on Jowls of Fury! FYI, I am not the blurry one. That's crazy Winston...boy, is he naughty today. He had to have a baffers too because he played in his poop. He's so gross!

Anyway, after that, we went into a little room where there were 2 dogs getting their hair cut. Well we don't have to get haircuts ever, so I figured we were just there to watch. Then Momma started talking to a lady that worked there and she was asking Momma all kinds of questions. I kept hearing Winston's name, so I felt safe. THEN I heard MY name. What? What are you plotting, Momma?? Next thing I knew, Winston walked away with the lady and I heard him YELLING and SCREAMING. When he came back to Momma, he was happy, but I had no idea why he had been so upset. Daddy took him out of the room for a walk and then the lady took me away! I got nervous when she put me up on her little table and put a leash on me. Ok, what's this? She told me I had a very cute face (::blush::) and said I was a sweet girl. Then this seemingly nice lady pulled out NAIL CLIPPERS!!! WHAT? HEY!!!!! Boy, did I get mad. I growled at her and barked (I never bark!)...she wouldn't stop! So I tried to bite her, but I couldn't reach her. I wasn't going to bite hard, just enough to tell her, in no uncertain terms, that I did not like what she was doing one bit. She was tough. She made me let her clip my nails then grind them smooth. When she was finished, she told me I was a nice girl who just didn't like nail clippers. Momma felt bad that we were so naughty, but the lady didn't mind. She said if we came back every 6 weeks, then we would get used to it. I dunno about that, but I'll bet Momma will make us do that again.

So for now, I am mad at Petsmart for clipping my nails. Boo Petsmart and especially BOOO MOMMA!!