Plato had his weekly groom today at Pet Pavilion on Gloucester Road. After 4 hours of washing, massaging, scrubbing, clipping and fluffing he came out as dapper as a true gentlemen, complete with buttercup-yellow bow in his hair.
Whilst at his appointment, he met Daisy, a lady shih-tzu. And my oh my was he taken with her (just look at the lolling tongue). She however was of a steely disposition and had no interest in being the object of Plato's undying affections. Her motivations were purely material- treats.
Poor fella was pretty despondent, so I promised him Japanese for dinner. After all, there is no heartbreak that a few Maki rolls wont solve.
|Avoid biting when a growl will do|
|But I love you Daisy...|
|Try telling Daisy that|
|Maybe she wont notice if I sidle up beside her|
|Let me go goddamnit|
|He is starting to get really annoying with all his wagging and panting...|