Groundhog Day

Really, have you ever wondered what the heck a Groundhog is? I don’t friggin’ have an idea. D has been taking me to Prospect Park. I tell you, that place kicks ass, but we got yelled at yesterday by some dude who works at one of the private buildings in the park. D was giving me a brushing (that feels sooooooo good!) and this guy came out of one of the buildings and said that I couldn’t be brushed out there, since my pet hair remnants are apparently so offensive. The nerve! I still love the park, but don’t like the man.

Woof! Woof! Sammy :3-‹