At two thirty this afternoon Haircut was outside of my kitchen window.
This is what she said.
What are you gonna do?
I will take you out but you must promise to stay well away from the mud,
It takes three hours at the parlour because the first hour is spent telling Margaret what a terrible owner she is for getting her dog in such a state and then giving her training in the proper way to care for her pet.
It is not Margaret’s fault. It is not even my fault but obviously I don’t want to upset Margaret later in the day.
No muddy puddles. Okay?
How can it be my fault? It is not like I invented mud, it is just there.
I kept her as clean as I could. She has been through a tough ordeal today and I guess that when it was over she just needed to get back to nature. Nature can fix anything.