Tuesday, 2nd, Day 11:

A girl has to look her best you know.

I was staying outside, before I came to this house, and before that, I lived in a garage, for heaven's sake... I was a STINKYDAWG!

So.

What is a girl to do, when her humans start going "phew! you stink!"?

I got to go to the beauty parlor, of course!

YAY!

Dad was very nervous- he told them, I had never BEEN to a grooming parlor before, so they should take it easy on me, and maybe even muzzle me or take me serious if I am upset by it. He said, maybe even no 'cage dryer' because it's a big loud blow-y thing... He handed over my leash to the nice lady, and looked nervous.

I was all, "Bye bye Dad! I'm going with this nice lady, whom I like very much! They have big cages! I know you'll be back later! G'bye!' ...it helped that she had cookies. LOTS of cookies.

Dad went away for HOURS... wow.

When he came back, he had Pa with him, and they milled around looking nervous- and Pa said "I hope she still loves us." and Dad peered back and said, "Uhm, she looks kind of happy, actually..." and sure enough, I was in a cage with the blower drying my fur, wagging my butt like this was tons of fun!

The nice lady sent them to pay, and then she took me out, and they watched through the window while she fluffed my fur, combed out the dead stuff, and sprayer PERFUME on me!! woo! (I promptly rolled around on the floor doing the linoleum dance (or is that the 'they sprayed stinky stuff on me' dance?) and Dad laughed, and said maybe next time, no perfume... but I smelled SO good! And I wanted to say goodbye to my new friends at the groomers!

It turns out you see, the groomer WUVS Rotties, and she knows sometimes we can be scary, so even though I balked at first, she convinced me that baths were not very scary, really... and you get cookies after. Did I mention the cookies? Mmmmm. cookies. They have the bestest cookies there!

I didn't want them to do my nails or clean my ears, but Dad understood... and they wrote "Big Bertha was a VERY good girl!" on my sheet, and when they went out the front, the lady at the front desk said she WUVS 'that dog!' (Me! she says she likes ME!!) and so I did the happydance all the way to the car.

The car smelled like smelly-dawg still.

I rolled some of my perfume off on the seat. That will help!

Whew... it was an eventful day!

Big Bertha