Taking Ferg to get her hair done is traumatic. She usually starts shaking like a leaf on the way to the Vet’s office/beauty parlor. (She looks out of the car window and KNOWS we’re not going to work. I’m not kidding, she’s human.) I usually feel bad. I don’t want to leave her. She begs me with her cute eyes to stay. I cry in the car.
Anywho – how cute is my little 8.5-lb. lamby-ferg?