When all is said and done, there is really nothing like a nice snooze and a cuddle with Yours Truly Confused
mmmmmmm….. snore……
I am the angelic darling of Baskerville Manor. Butter would not melt in my mouth (because I've scoffed it already).
When all is said and done, there is really nothing like a nice snooze and a cuddle with Yours Truly Confused
mmmmmmm….. snore……
OK, I finally conceded that a complete short back and sides is preferable to the half-shag I have been sporting for the last two days.
Now that my coat is all trimmed, I feel it necessary to snuggle up under Yours Truly Confused’s duvet to keep warm. If she dares to make me move from this cosy spot there is going to be trouble
I just escaped downstairs. I think I have Yours Truly Confused beaten into submission for tonight.
I actually quite like my hair the way it is right now, I feel like I am channelling my inner lion. But YTC insists that as I am a girl, I have to be like a lioness, e.g. no mane.
Well, she can hang onto that thought until tomorrow or risk paralysis from continuing to struggle with that scissors.
Score: The Diva – One : Yours Truly Confused – Nil
I allowed the Foxecubs to sleep on my bed so I could supervise them properly.
And I have to admit, I am looking good after that grooming marathon with Yours Truly Confused.
Here I am, rapidly departing from the grooming arena, having allowed Yours Truly Confused to clip part of my rear end.
I think she’s happy I withdrew from the field of combat this morning, she keeps muttering something about blisters from using the scissors.
Yours Truly Confused foolishly thinks she is going to be able to trim my somewhat rampant coat this week. Using a scissors because she is afraid to use the clipper on me.
She’s been nervously clipping away with a scissors for the past hour or so. Now I’m bored so if she wants to cut any more hair, she’s going to have to catch me first.