Old age ain't pretty, let me tell ya. It's that time of year (again) when I lose clumps of fur. I've got big patches of it sticking out all over me. Mom just grabs a handful and plucks it out. Don't worry - there's more where that came from.
Face it, I'm a HOT MESS. The other day, as I was passed out relaxing on the living room rug, Mom noticed some schmutz (ssh-MUT-tze) on my paw. For those of you who don't speak Yiddish (HELLO! Michelle Bachman??) that means, crud, or crusty, well....stuff. And she noticed this.
Yeah, it is curling underneath itself. Doesn't hurt, but Mom sure flipped, then she yelled "I said NO CLAWS, human feet ONLY!!"
So today, I'm off to the vet for a Pawdicure. Spa Day - the whole 9 yards, the works. So talk to ya later. If I'm a bit silly, it's just because they served me a bit to much champagne with my peeled grapes and caviar!