Beauty Parlor

Yesterday My Mom took one of the dogs to the beauty parlor. She left the other one here. This dog is much smaller than I am - she is only as big as a minute - and she almost never talks. I always feeling like asking her if a cat got her tongue but I do not because I am very polite. When My Mom left with the first dog, who is like the second dog's older sister, the second dog was very scared. She ran back and forth and forth and back in front of the door going to the garage. Probably she thought they forgot her - she isn't very smart. I knew I had to do something so I would have some peace, so I gave her a hiss and a slap of the paw and told her to settle down. Fortunately she listened and in a few minutes My Mom came back and hugged us both.