Today was not the best for my self esteem. It all started with mom telling me she could hardly stand to sit next to me because of my odor. Then dad came down stairs and made me get out of his recliner. Once I was out of the chair, dad started freaking out! He yelled “what’s that in my chair?” Mom ran over and said it looked like dry skin. I admit I could use some moisturizer. Hey dad, have you seen the bags under your eyes? Dad just shook his head and said I was going downhill. Talk about hurt feelings! I mean really, who would say such a thing? Dad must have went to the Alec Baldwin school of raising your daughter’s self esteem! Anyway, I gave him a good frowning and went to my crate. Later, grammy and grandpa came over, all would be better, right? If you call getting dissed by your grandma better, then I was on cloud nine. As soon as they sat down, furball was all over them! Hey, I could go for a little fawning on by some of the more senior set. I thought I’d throw the old folks a bone, I’d lick their face, they’d rub my belly. As soon as I neared grammy, she said I was foul, all the while shooing me away! Meanwhile, she was treating furball like he was Wayne Newton! Talk about feeling lower than Tanya Harding! Tomorrow has to get better, I’m going to the beauty shop for a makeover ! Woe is me!