My owner stops by today and pulls me out of the field where I'm hangin' with my peeps. Course he's got a pocket full o' treats and thinks he's the pied piper or somethin'. The heard starts followin' us thru the field back to the barn and it's a flippin' parade. Good thing he figured out how to get us out of there or it wouldn't have been pretty. Anyway, like he ties me up to a pole and makes me stand there in the freakin' sun tryin' to clean me up. Then he starts with the bug spray and the crap that goes in my ears and I was good about it - for the most part.
After he finishes up, he starts hangin' with some of his peeps while I'm still bakin' in the sun. Wha's he thinkin'?
But I got him figured and just start actin' up. After of few minutes, if I don't get his attention, I just leave him a big mess to clean up which really frosts his buns. This time he tried to rub my muzzle in it, but I wasn't havin' any of that crap.....get it? crap?....that's a joke son.
Finally, he took me back to the heard and left me alone. Course all my peeps were makin' fun of my hair and the fact that I was all cleaned up. So, I just got down on the ground and startin' rollin' in the mud.....felt real good too. By the time he comes back, that stuff will be hard as rocks and won't come off very easy. That'll give me somethin' else to act up about and he'll go home early. Gotta luv it!
T....out at angels 11
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