It’s My Party

I don’t know why J keeps fighting it. Drag that square cluster of wire spikes across your own hide, jerk! My fur has a natural centre-part, and no amount of Lionel torture is going to change that. TRUST.

It’s especially galling because this shit works for me! I wear the two-layer tangle like a European-cut shirt. You think Justin Bieber’s owner is trying to mess with his comb-forward vibe? You think Robert Pattinson’s trainer is trying to pick the burrs from his matted head-coat?

Even if there was something that could be done about my scene, I’ve been on adult kibble for over a year now – shouldn’t I be able to make my own doggy style choices?