Today was a big day for me. Madison and Mojo had just chased some rats outside. Now, the kittens were tired. They like to explore the mouse hole the rats used to live in. I wish I could fit in the mouse hole. Madison and Mojo said it was such an amazing place.
I decided to get a drink of water. So I did. And once I enjoy my drink, I'm alarmed. So I get a drink of water, and I hear this: "LUCY-POOCH, TIME TO GO TO THE GROOMER'S PLACE!!!!!" Oh-no! I remember my last visit to the groomer. I was put on a leash, and one end was strapped to my collar, and the other end was strapped to this pole-thingy. I have to stand still for about 45-65 minutes. When my fur-cut is done, I look like a guinea pig! Also, I have to say crammed in this cage until my owner comes to pick me up. I only see mutts and spaniels at my groomers. For a spaniel to be part of my mix, I don't mind, but I don't recall poodles ever being a kind of mutt. Anyway, being a cockapoo, I'm a lucky pooch. At least, I was, and now and I have to go to the groomer's.
So I get in the van to go on a car ride. I poke my small head out the window. The breeze blows through my shaggy, floppy, tear-shaped ears. They blow back. I stick my tongue out and wag my small, stubby tail. I feel good. But not when the car parked. I'm put on my leash, and though I slow down, making me have an awkward gait, I still don't like the groomer. I saw a cat on a leash. That cat was lucky she was a short hair. I decided that if I tugged my leash the opposite direction of the pet store, maybe I would go home! But when I tugged, I realized that not only was I doing that, I was killing myself. It's hard to breathe. The groomer has me survive, and this doesn't. So it's either back to the drawing board after this plan, or back to the groomer after last week. Well, I sadly had to go with the groomer idea.
So I went in. My Mom signs these sheets. Another mutt comes and later, another goes, and I spot a Cavalier King Charles walk towards the fish. Well, I was trapped. I decided to try to undo my leash. Nothing. Then, a groomer dropped her clipping scissors. I instantly grabbed them, and cut my leash in half. And I ditched that room. I ran to the middle of the pet store.
The birds were loud, the cats were meowing, the pooches were barking, and the fish were- uh- swimming. I saw the spaniel exit the pet store. I knew that I had to hide. So I did. I went behind the cockatoo cage.
Somebody walked by. I was caught! Then, I told a cockatoo I'd set him and all the birds free, if they could tell me a safe way out. The Cockatoo just squawked out: "OK" So I released the cockatoos and bishops, and lovebirds, bishops, and finches. I put the fish tanks on carts, and release the tarantulas, snakes, lizards, hermit crabs, tortoises, and meal worms by the ton. And I busted the cages that contained the felines, and the kennels that trap the canines. And we all set out. But the cockatoo told me how to get home. He just told me to go to the groomer's area.
I was reluctant, but did it anyways. So, I got stuck with the "Puppy cut", and in this case, it means I was shaved from paw to claw from head to tail, witch I seem to lack. So I hope Mom doesn't identify me as a bald pooch that was never even seen decency of fur and-well you get it.
But, Mom was expecting this, and I got a freebie car ride. But then, Madison came up to me and said: "Who are you! And what have you done to Lucy! I knew that it wasn't gonna be good, so I just sat on the couch, relaxed, and chewed on a bone.
Being bald-):-C, Happy ending- (:-D
