Grooming

Dad took us to get groomed today because mom kept saying we looked like homeless dogs. Dad thought we looked like we were falling apart. We usually just get thrown into the bathtub, but once a year dad takes us somewhere to get it done. I think dad does a great job grooming us, but for some reason he doesn't want to express our anal glands. I don't know why he won't do it? At the groomers, they brushed what looked to be a second shiba out of each of us. They finished Kanooka first, and while they were working on me, Kanooka was screaming. He sounded like someone was hurting him. The lady that groomed us had taken our collars off of us, and couldn't figure out which ones we were. She originally put my collar on Kanooka. Then she couldn't figure out how to get our car harnesses onto us. Dad had to help her identify which ones we were, and then teach her how to put the harness on. We now look like champions... well at least I do.

~ Ronin