Groomer doom & gloom by Little Hunterman

Fate has me in its cruel big clawed paws…
On the way to the groomer.

I had managed to put this off for months and months due to my open-rations. But this morning, the groomer appointment took me by surprise.

AND IT’S SNOWING AND COLD!!!!! I need my thick fur coat. Dang.

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