Oh, well, it happened again. Paula came to my house so she could bring me to Janet the Groomer. Of course, I complained so much that Janet didn't trim my toe nails - at least, someone listens to me. My Mom still doesn't listen though - as soon as I got home, she took a picture of me all dolled up with the bows:
All I'm thinking in this picture is: What's the BIG deal already? I get bows enough that it's not that special any more.
Like I always say, if something is bothering you, say what it is and move on. You know that I don't like bows, but I'm going to get bows whether I like it or not. Some times, it's just easier to go along with the situation, especially if you can't change it.
OK, now I feel better. Plus I got rid of the bows - that's always a HUGE weight off my head.