Mom says she is tearing out her hair.
Mom says she is being driven to d...d... somewhere with a long name.
Mom says it's all because of my butt.
It won't sit. It won't stay. It shifts. It hitches. It twitches.
Well, Mom. Well.
I have a skinny bum. It isn't soft to sit on. It is not soft at all.
So I shift. I hitch. I twitch.
And sometimes I even stand up.
Moms says she is losing sleep over this. Because I am going to be in a dog show very soon. And I will have to Sit. And Stay. And Stay. And Stay.
So she made me sit on a funny chair thing. I couldn't move. Without falling off. Without losing my balance.
I Sat. I Stayed. And Stayed. And Stayed.
The funny chair thing is soft. I sink into it. It works for me.
But Mom says she can't take it to the dog show.
So she is shedding and going for long drives. Without me.
What's a dog to do?