Saturday, August 22, 2009

My Dog's Trapped

My dog was just trapped by the sound of a woman's pleasant voice downstairs calling her.

She went running, but by now must regret it, since she's getting her hair/fur brushed. She doesn't like that, because there's usually snarls that need to be worked out. And it means laying on a hassock thing with some combing and picking.

But the voice, the call, it all usually indicates something desirable, like a walk.

Poor thing. But how much more kissably soft she'll be when she brushed. It's just I know she hates it so much.