On Saturday I took Flash out for a heeling lesson and he was a very bad doggie. So bad, in fact, that he tweaked my back or something because now every step I take results in a stab of pain. I managed to drive him to the vet's to get a bath, but someone had to take him in and out for me. Yikes.
They told me he was very good for the bath, though, so I'm happy about that. He was beautiful, too.
This morning he yanked out every toy in his box while I watched the Sunday morning news shows and worked on a stack of craft magazines that have been piling up. He tried to look pathetic.
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