Callie gives me a Bronx cheer

We had just returned from the groomer's. I asked Callie to pose for her picture. You can see her response. This, to the guy that feeds her every day, gives her biscuits and chewy treats and cheese, takes her out for walks (twice a day for the past two weeks!), and rubs her dry with a towel. Pffffft!

Callie gives me the raspberries.

So I got my revenge by telling her I saw a kitty-cat in the road. She ran to check it out. There was no cat. Gotcha! Bwahahaha!

What? Whaddaya mean there's no cat?

When I left Callie at the grooming salon, she sat on the floor and the poor woman had to drag her by the leash to the back room. But later she told me that once I was out of sight, Callie was very well behaved, better than previous times, and even gave her a kiss. Progress.