Itching up the wrong tree

I'm obviously a Pomeranian. I mean if my beautiful blonde locks don't give it away I don't know what will. Well, to answer my own question, my BITING personality will. My Mommy calls it 'Pomeranian syndrome', I call it 'Snickers syndrome'. But back to me being a Pom, I have a double-coat, as every Pom knows and lately I've been having an awful itching problem.
I wake up in the middle of the night ITCHING like mad. But I know one good cure, a good brushing. So, I wake up my Grandpa and give him my boo-boo eyes. I like to throw in a good whine or two to really get him feeling guilty for me. So, I get a good half-hour brushing. But I'm not going to lie, because no honorable Pom does, this itching has got to end!

So, the other day my Mama and I took a trip down to my favorite store, Petco. She said something about 'shampoo' whatever that is. Sounded tasty though. Oh, but I was wrong. Shampoo isn't tasty at all! Turns out shampoo is what they rub on you when you're getting a bath. Yes. I was subject to a horrible bath. Look at me! It was awful!

This shampoo is supposed to make me feel better but all it's done so far is make me smell just horrid. Why do humans insist on smelling like icky roses? Dead snails and bird poop is the best. I think a few dogs even said something about me smelling funny at the park today....

Well, at least the itching has gone away, somewhat. I guess I'll hafta say good-bye to my midnight brushings...for now at least.

Smell ya later,

Snickers