She browt me to da grooma yesserday and dat wady cut off awe my hair! Well, not weawy all of dit but a wot! Usuawy, de man is dere and he weal good. Fust time wif da wady. I don wike her!
Today, I itch ebrywhere. Tummy itch, hiney itch, face itch! ARGH!!! N E body know what make it feel bedda? I don't wike being mad at de mommy, but it's weawy hawd rite now. She eben went to petsmart and got me awl kinda tuff, but I still mad at hur!
Awwey Tate!