Can you see her, can you see her? My precious Violet was taken away from me this morning. I had been playing with her and my mommy, and then I got tired and decided to lay down and take a nap. I swear, the minute your back is turned, something happens. I had been sleeping and then woke up and noticed my Violet was missing. I noticed that contraption you put dirty clothes in was gone too, so I jumped off the bed and went out of the bedroom and saw that thing by my mommy, who was on the computer. I saw that she wasn't looking, or so I thought, and took Violet out and took her back into the bedroom and up on the bed. Before I knew it, here comes Mommy into the bedroom and picks Violet up and tells me that she has to get a bath. I was trying to get Violet out of her hand, but she wouldn't let go. She said, "No, Missy, Violet needs a bath. She is so dirty and it will be okay." Well, I know all about baths and I know my violet might drown. None of that mattered. Out to the laundry room she went and I followed. I almost panicked, but kept myself intact and just stared at my Violet, telling her, telepathically, that she will be okay and I will be here when she is done. Now I know how my Mommy feels when she takes me to the groomers. I know it's for the best, but I am still not a happy little doggy. I have to wait for Violet to get dried and then I will be happy again.
