Tuesday, January 19, 2010
My distaste for being groomed is not a secret. Mommy has really been putting in a good effort, but I'm even more stubborn than her.
After our last attempted grooming session, I turned the tables on Mommy and grabbed the comb.
When it occurred to me that she really doesn't have much fur, I did the only thing I could think of to get rid of this daily torture - I attacked IT and tortured IT
Unfortunately, despite my battering, it looks like it's still functional.
If only there was a way to destroy this awful contraption! It's only a matter of time before Mommy tries again.