Sasha here. Mommy took Charlie and me to the groomers today. I knew I was in for it cause Mommy called them on the phone and said the B-word (BATH) with my name. I was so not wanting that this morning. Now, I smell more like melted ice cream than a doxie and Mommy won't even let me go roll in the grass to get it off. Plus, they put bows on Charlie again. I is the girl not him. Why no pretty accessories for my ears? Maybe, if I plays dead, then they won't make me get wet on purpose again. Well, thought I would share the after groomer pics with you all. Off for now until I bark at you all latter.
