Miffed

It was such a promising day. Eleven o’clock walkies in the oak meadows. Afternoon fika visit with Grandma and a meatball with soft cheese for me. And then - wham!

It started with a face shave. It usually does. Sometimes, I get only a face shave, but I wasn’t so lucky this time. A full B. A. T. H. Was this really necessary? Mum claims it was, because we have an important visit planned tomorrow.

Sigh. Will they really SMELL me?