Saturday, November 19, 2005

Gus and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

If you ever want to freak out your beagle? Let them catch wind of some hot air balloons landing in your backyard. That'll about do it.

Gus came completely unglued and nearly hurled himself through a window pane. He later had to be subdued after the degrading and traumatic event called a Bath. He worked himself up into an allergy-induced reverse sneezing frenzy at which point I had to sedate him with some Benadryl. I simply had to take advantage of this glassy-eyed opportunity to do some doggie pampering. Duh.

Note the limp paws and blank stare. No way he would ever let me engage in this spa-like activity on a normal day. He'd eat my file.

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