
I'd like to think I'm fairly photogenic, so I'm not quite sure why I'm sporting this expression of complete and utter disgust. The photographer must have been trying to get me to 'act cute'. They should know by now that I don't do anything - and I mean anything - unless there's something in it for me. And by that I mean food. I'm not finicky - I'll eat pretty much anything (except fruits of the citrus variety). And look at my nails....I must schedule a pawdicure soon. Seriously, there is a doggie boutique in my town that gives massages and pawdicures. I haven't been able to coax the $50 out of my staff yet, but when I do - it's off to the pamper palace for this ol' pooch!
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Hmmm, I remember a day when you would kick and sceam and even run away to prevent a visit to the spa, Iggy!
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