Or, what fresh hell is this?
I went from looking like a particularly grungy denizen of the East Village, to looking like a lady at the Ascot races. But what happened in between was rather dismal. My owners, of course, thought it was a hoot. I beg to differ. I liked the part when they dried me out with a towel. The rest is overrated.
Miette is 4 years old and is, believe it or not, half my size. She is impeccably groomed. Her hair cascades around her dainty little face and her coat is even and coiffed and a beautiful tan and silver. She is totally obedient, unlike me and my rebel streak. We played a little, so she was cool. But then apparently she had an appointment at the community garden. Ces't la vie.
After my bath I look like a million bucks myself.
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