Here’s what we looked like in the morning.
We’re just two terriers minding our own business and not bothering anyone. The They took us to Sherry’s Pampered Pets. Pampered, my patootie-we got fleeced. Look at us now:
As you can see, when we got home I complained loudly and Kenzie immediately went to find a place to hide and ride out the shame. Not only did we get fleeced, but He did also, plus He gave Sherry a tip. I gave Sherry a tip also (“Seabiscuit in the 4th race”) but I hope that Secretariat wins-so there, Sherry.
We don’t even look like ourselves. Bet you can’t tell which one is me and which is Kenzie in the after photos. (Hint, my picture comes first).