It was a struggle to bring her out of the house but she seemed to have enjoyed the scenery. I put on her leash so she could at least exercise her legs but no, when I put her down she just stared at me didn't move. She wouldn't walk outside so I carried her all the way. Such a diva. And so there she was, being all squirmy when all her hair fell off from the razor.
She got an all-around cleaning that took about an hour (such a long time for a wittle puppy) and all the other clients gushed at how cute she was, asking me her name and age and stuff dog owners tend to ask. I answered what I could, being a newbie and all. But I'm so darned proud that they were all sweet to my Tiger and remarking how cute she was. 
Heehee. She had been well-behaved at one point and really paid attention to what was being done to her. Such a cutie, noh?Across the Pet House was my old school, TLT, and I went there to get a copy of our album. The children at the courtyard stopped playing to gather around me and Tiger, asking for a turn to hold and carry her. Once upon a time, I was that kid, going up to a lady to ask for her dog. Talk about role reversals.
My baby looks like a sheep now. And acts like one, too. She seems to be enjoying her new do, and vitamins and food. 