New Instrument of Torture

The unthinkable happened.

It's really, really bad.

Seriously NOT GOOD.

Mom got us THIS thing:

That's right, my friends.  It's a new instrument of bath torture.  She got a hand-held shower thingy.  The woman is unstoppable now with the stupid baths!!!

Of course my bath began with ear cleaning torture in the bathroom sink.

I always plot my escape during those moments.

After the ear torture, I gave Mom one of my pathetic looks in an attempt to distract her from...the bath...

It didn't work.  She was too excited about the stupid shower thing.  She put me in the tub of torture and just went to work.

These pics are all a little blurry because I was moving around, trying to avoid the horrific shower thingy.

Of course I tried to jump out of the tub, too.

After the bath, I stared longingly at the freedom of the hallway.

Then the blow drying began.  It seriously never ends with my Mom...

Stupid medicated baths.

They're torture.  Seriously torture.

New Haircut from Mom

Mom had that crazy look in her eye last night, and I saw her walking around with scissors.  That's definitely not a good sign.  Mom is NOT a licensed doggie beautician.

I tried to hide (of course), but she caught me and put me into the sink of torture...

I tried to plot my escape, with no luck.

Mom was too quick for me.  She held my chin with one hand and went to town with the scissors in the other hand.  I did my best to look super duper pathetic.

Behold, some of the carnage from my forehead, nose, and chin furs, displayed next to Mom's scissors of torture:

Mom's finished product:

Although I hated having my furs trimmed, I do have to give Mom some credit for at least doing a half-way presentable job this time.  It was HORRIBLE the last time she took it upon herself to trim me. That was so embarrassing.

And at least I can finally see again...and I didn't have to go to the groomer's for an entire afternoon...

The Bathroom Sink

To most people, it's called a "bathroom sink."  To me, it's a "den of torture."  I HATE getting stuck in that sink!  Mom puts me up there when she thinks she needs to clean my ears and my eye goobers and get rid of my mats in my tail and the occasional dingleberries near my hiney.

See the elements of torture there beside me?  You know, I'm rather attached to those mats in my ear furs and my tail.  No need to brush or comb them out!  And I don't care if I have an infection, you can just keep that ear ointment to yourself.  And that ear cleaner, too!  (That blue M&M guy is full of Q-tips and cotton cleaner things.  YUCK!)

It's just not humane, I'm telling you.

The entire time I'm stuck there, I contemplate how to escape.  Hrm...is that really too far to jump down???

One of these days, I'm gonna jump...