They Shaved My Butt!

Folks, I was hoodwinked & bamboozled.  This morning Thelma & Louise were all, “Yay, hop in the car!” and Nestle & I were like “Yippee!  Where we goin’?”  Prospect Park, maybe?  Or Uncle Chip’s house?  Oh no.  They took us to the groomer—and left us there!  We were trapped for dayyyys and when we were finally released, Nestle was wearing a dumb bandana w/paw prints on it & I had no butt fur.  It’s so embarrassing!  Here we are, facing a 7-day forecast w/high temps not going above 38º & I have to face it w/a clean-shaven butt.  Plus I smell all weird.  I hope I find something deceased in the backyard to roll around in so I can get my natural musky scent back.