Our nail trim appointments have been made with the vet. Afterward comes the horror that is grooming.
I will be shampooed and doused with warm water. I will be brushed. My ears and teeth will be cleaned. All of this wretched attention will get rid of my beautiful dog scent. I'll smell as fresh as newly cut grass.
I will tolerate this tortuous treatment for one reason and one reason only. The reward. The infamous, delicious hot dog.
These things are undoubtedly why humans even exist. I mean, if humans were built for a purpose it is and was to invent, make and dispense hot dogs. I don't care what brand; I don't care if they are beef, or turkey, or pork or even any combination of those things. I freaking love hotdogs.
So I will endure the indignity, the disgrace and the new smell simply for the joy of a singe hotdog.