Poor THAT DOG. She went to the groomer today. She looks adorable, all fluffy and clean. But her huggability is significantly diminished by the vile liquid that keeps bursting forth from her hindquarters.
We've had this problem before. THAT DOG is cute, and she knows how to work you if you're not familiar with her tricks. A few minutes of wags and rolling over on command is usually all it takes to have her literally eating out of people's hands. So I can only imagine her looking forlornly at the groomer as he trimmed her nails, pretending to suffer so he'd double the rewards. Let's give her the good stuff, he probably thought, handing her piles of gourmet puppy treats, blissfully unaware he was packing her full of TNT. Unfortunately, THAT DOG doesn't do well if she veers too far from her basic diet of Purina One and Milk Bones. She's just not built for fancy food.
Oh well. I've been looking for an excuse to replace that rug in the hall...
I'm off to make some rice!