Yes. I’m that cad. “What an insufferable heel! How could she muzzle that sweet little snout?”
Says everyone. Everywhere. With their scathing sideways glances at my orally shackled lump of dachshund cuteness.
That is, until they are wresting what is left of the vet’s hand from the crocodilian clutches of Dixie The Mad Hound.
Sorry Dixie. You needed your teeth cleaned. If you must lick everything within tongue’s reach, the lickees would prefer that your mouth didn’t smell like you just lapped up a nice hot wild animal turd. Which you did. And you continue to do. Which is why you need to go to the vet. And regularly get dewormed. And wear your muzzle. Stop eating turds.
I love you.