Fine! Fine! I'll post the pictures of my chicken legs. On one condition...you don't make fun. It's not my fault that I have short legs, long hair and things get all matted.
And for today...today was not a good day either. I was out on a sniff adventure when I decided to roll in some sort of pricker things. They are the size of a tick and they got stuck in the hair that I have left: on my ear, my leg, my face.... Single Girl is helping me get them out. (When I stay still long enough.)
Well enough stalling I guess. Onto the pictures.
Below is what I looked like before... (taken the day before)
Here is after....(again...don't laugh at my chicken legs...)
You better not be laughing yet....
So, there you have it! I'll keep you posted. Again, this is no one's fault. It had to be done.
Oh, and don't talk to Single Girl about #4. As Terry Bradshaw said, "Can we move on? I'm sick of talking about this."
Ruff, Ruff!!
