My idea of being ready is sitting around looking pretty which I can do without trying.
But The Producer had other ideas. She decided I needed a wash. I went along with it. What’s a girl to do? Personal hygiene is important.
So I had a bath. I didn’t complain or cry like Zac would have. I was brave. Not happy, but brave.
I came out very wet as you can see.
The Producer dried me with a loud machine and brushed me which I do not like but she told me I would be even more beautiful it so I suffered. Again, I was brave.
Then the final product – voila! What? Well do you see any difference?
All that suffering. All that wetness. All that brushing and I look the same. Judge for yourselves.
Okay so I smell good to The Producer but the dogs at the park laughed at me.
And I feel soft for The Producer to cuddle but was it worth it? I would say a resounding NO!
And what’s more to add insult to injury having recently called me a guinea pig The Producer has once again cast doubts on my doghood just because I have refused to eat a bone today! Well it was messy and bloody with meat still on it! I know I am eating a raw diet but let’s not push it.
So the bone is sitting out there on the grass and The Producer has sadly moaned about how Zac would have loved it and I have looked at her reproachfully and told her that if she hadn’t bathed me and made me smell ‘nice’ I would probably have eaten the thing, as it is I don’t think I will.
It’s all her fault! So there. From the Pouting Princess