Mom is making me really mad. She apparently is under the false impression that I am a chicken and not a Siberian Husky. I guess she wants to eat me or something because she keeps trying to pluck my fur on my butt. Isn't that the first stage to cooking a chicken? Listen, MOM, I can't help it if I'm shedding a lot on my butt and the fur comes out in tufts. That is no excuse for you to touch me there and pluck my fur. It's MY fur (and MY butt)! STOP IT!
I hope Mom reads this post,