Mademoiselle Chanel

Oh my gosh! Can y'all believe the nerve of these people? They promise me this big fancy retirement with all the trimmings, but I should have read that fine print. Because after a few hours on a truck, they put me in a prison program! For 10 weeks! Unbelievable. When I got off the truck, some guy who calls himself my primary trainer, walks me right into the dorm and puts me in the shower! He washed me from head to tail and I was like hey, guy, I just MET you. 

Then this guy takes me and puts me on a scale (never make a lady share her weight, come ON!) and writes my name and weight on a board where everyone can see. Who does that? And as if that wasn't enough, he went and cut my perfectly fine nails and cleaned my already clean ears. So it goes without saying, this guy is already on thin ice with me. 

But to give credit where credit is due, he DID start feeding me by hand, and has been giving me some great ear and neck rubs.  Oh, and telling me how adorable I am. Like I didn't already know that! He's also got some really tasty treats that he gives me  when I do the SIMPLEST tasks. And he has some cool squeaky toys that he lets me throw around. If he keeps this up, he just might turn out to be all right... 

Well, my paw is getting tired from all this writing. I'll bark at y'all next week! Until then, 

Miss Chanel