Homo last Friday took control of the situation as only he can do.
Since we now Eppidog become a hairball shapeless and unmanageable, in which objects are found missing for decades, after
fished between the strands of his panzetta my lip gloss desaparecido,
that holy man of my husband decides to take her to the toilet .
For the first time in his life . Yes
because so far the core de 'mother did not have the strength to leave her in alien hands for a moment from her so hated.
But anyhow.
Homo make an appointment, the pick as a bag (see photo) and letting go of the door from the groomer there, under the gaze of the little ball of reproach unfortunate.
"How do you want the bunch?" , is lord of the store.
" Tuft?! Mah .. So maybe I do not know .... No, maybe .... Oh well I do not know ...", Homo replication with ill-concealed safety (can not miss the series which is a tuft).
"And we give it to him a trim?" continues undaunted on Jill de Bitch 'Noantri ( Bitch in name and in fact in fact).
" But I do not know ... What say you?!
Maybe a little bit ... But just, just, do not overdo it" This answer was confusing, as it has seen fit to remember of my empire warning:
"do not mow! AND THEN IT SEEMS A MOCHO Vileda "
after providing a short Jill Bitch these sleek and precise indications, Homo plant there and leaves.
" is ready in an hour ", Jill insists.
"Okay. My wife will resume ", precise Homo.
After 43 long minutes, the undersigned shows leg swing to the store, eager as a paranoid mother.
" Hello, I'm here to recover the Shi-tzuh gray mouse . That is ... cobblestone gray. In short, the shi-tzuh.
"Yes, I'll immediately."
After a few long moments of waiting LEI crosses the threshold, out of the room, and check out from behind the green velvet curtain was not even Wanda Osiris.
E 'beautiful as a goddess dog. With fluffy tuft
side, falling over the left eye.
to look good, it looks like a mini Bobby Solo with hairs. In his gait
hair soft bobbing light emitting sound: Puff! Puff!
sounds like a movie star, straight out of an episode of Kommissar Rex.
While her home I can not help but look at it and started to cry.
Pride breast? MADDECHE '!
cry because 'history is the toilet cost me over an hour of parental anxiety, fabulous over 40 €!
flown away to brush strokes in the hair shiny.
I say! More of my monthly haircut!
And I am sure that if I had known that the day after Wanda Osiris would have tumbled like a dog possessed, in a puddle of earthy park and emerged as such a German tourist while making mud Ischia,
I swear,
I might even attempted suicide.
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