Tony Elliott's first Peticure was almost a complete success. He was very over-excited and nervous, had a wee piddle moment (first time ever) and barked at a large dog. But once the ladies took him back, he was a compete angel. The only thing that upset me was when we were getting back into the car, a freaking asshat rode up behind us on a bike and growled loudly. Tony ignored him, thankfully,
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