I had a better day today, I went to the beauty shop for a little me time. I was trimmed and pampered, I must say, I am rather stunning! When I came home, dad picked me up and took a big ole wiff of me! He commented how nice it was to smell me when I didn’t reek of rabbit poop. He calls it rabbit poop, I call it my escape from reality! Speaking of reality, Crunch Face is still causing me all kinds of distress! I wasn’t home ten minutes and the sawed off runt was working my tail like it was cotton candy! I don't for the life of me know what she finds so interesting about my tail! The Furball has developed this habit of barking his fool head off every time Crunch Face gets near him. I think it’s a tactic he learned at a self defense class, either that, or, he’s just trying to distract Pistol Pete from his frank and beans. Oops, sorry Furball, didn’t mean to bring up more bad memories, it’s just frank, no beans! I don’t know what was up with the little hippie girl today, when she first came home from school, she commented on how cute I looked and was actually loving on me. Afterward, she commented about how cute her friend Sydney’s dog, Tucker was. Dad said Tucker wasn’t as cute as his little Princey girl! You go dad, put the little Woodstock freak in her place! Moonbeam then commented she’d trade Princess for Tucker. Really, oh, okay, I’ll just get my lambie and few of my favorite things and you can work out the details! I wonder how the hippie would like it if dad traded her? Of course, those hippies go for the whole trade and barter system since half of them don’t have jobs! Gotta run!