At the dog park today a lady asked me: "Whoa little pooch, you are having a bad hair day, huh? I was so embarrassed, but it is not my fault. Linda has not taken me to the stupid hair groomer so I look like a stray who is left to wallow in her filth. OK, that remark might have been uncalled for. But seriously, PLEASE, take me to get my hair cut. I am no longer the prettiest dog at the dog park and only 9 out of 10 people at Pet Smart said I was the cutest dog they ever saw. Just look at my fur, it's a hot mess.
