Meg here. It was not enough that the Admiral hacked off my winter coat with simple pair of scissors. Yes, yes, I have been panting a bit in this "heat" but then they try to dress me up like a Bahamian potcake tough, exclaiming how "cute" I look.
And in a few days King Kut is going to make me march across the stage in the "Pet Parade." Sigh.
The only consolation is that I am much better known around town than my handlers. Everyone remembers Meg!