You know you’ve gone too far when, even your dog, flips you the paw.

Oh, it happened today.  Take a look……

Here’s the deal.  I picked Miss Maxine up from getting her hair cut this morning.  The groomer, despite my previous warnings and remonstrances, decide to put a BOW in Max’s hair.  Horror of horrors, this much I can tell you…  Well, into the car we ducked.  I am hearing about it from the very moment we leave to groomer’s!  Adamantly.

The drive home was nightmarish and nearly insufferable, at best.

“Max,” I protested.  “You look so damn cute baby girl.”

“Screw you Polly.”

“Oh, c’mon Max,  it isn’t that bad.  Lassie was a boy, for crying out loud,” I continued.

“Piss off Kronenberger.  We are no longer friends.  Just get me home.  And I mean step on it.  AND, wipe that stinking grin off your face, before I wipe it for you.”

Well, we get in the back door, and of course, my first inclination is to grab my camera, before the situation goes totally south.  Not my smartest move.   I can’t really talk about what happened after I snapped the photo you see above.  It is too fresh in my mind, and much too horrifying to recount at this early stage in my recovery.

But, pictured below, is the last photo I took before losing consciousness.  The last thing I heard was:

“Just what do you think you are?  The &^$%##@ Paparazzi???”  (Fade to black……)