Hi, humans. Stewie here.
Me and Angel went to the spa the other
day. In case you don't know, the spa is a big building where they
have interesting smelling things, food, other dogs, treats, toys, and
people who trim your claws. You can recognize the building by the big
sign over the door. It says “P-E-T-C-O.” It seems like a lot of
letters for a word as simple as “spa,” but you humans don't use a
logical language like Chihuahuan.
We had a great time. I walked around a
bit, met some other dogs, a bunch of people stopped to pet me, one of
'em took a picture of me, and then I had my claws trimmed. Angel got
a trimming and a bath. Then we went home. The end.
Angel here:
You left out a part, Stew.
Stew: Which part?
Angel: The part where you took a dump
in the middle of the store.
Stew: Shhh. Ixnay on the umpday, bitch.
Angel: Bitch? Did you call me a
“bitch?” you eunuch?
Stew: Take that back.
Angel: Won't.
Stew: I'll tell everyone you eat your
own poop.
Angel: Do not. Mostly.
Anyhow, don't go telling everyone we
had a great time. It was quite traumatic for me. You know that woman
who trimmed our claws? She poured water over me. And...and she used
some kind of loud cylinder thingy to blow hot air on me. And then she
cut off some of my fur. SHE CUT OFF MY FUR!
I had a terrible time there.
Stew: You were pretty frisky when we
got home, prancing around like you owned the world. And you didn't
stink nearly as much as you did before.
Angel: Thank you. I guess it felt good
after it was over with. And to tell the truth, I didn't think it was
possible for me to look more beautiful than I did, but after the bath
and trim, I was simply stunning. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
Stew: Well, that's good, because I
heard Nice Lady tell Beard Face Man that she got us another spa
appointment for next week. It's a different spa, though. She spelled
this one “V-E-T-E-R-I-N-A-R-I-A-N.” I'm sure we'll have all kinds
of fun.