Chlo (e) and the Beast

Tale as old as time, 
Dog as old as rhyme, 
Chloe and the Beast

The beast and I were in our castle yesterday when mom came home and let us out of the dungeon.  She put us to work just like any other Disney movie.  Cleaning, moving, and vacuuming.  We all got really dirty reorganizing and putting away all of the items that Christian drug out to fix our castle.  I was really wishing my fairy godmother would show up and save me from this wretched spell my mom was under.  The cleaning process also wreaks havoc on my nose!  Give me the horse smelling poop my mom came home with from scooping poop over the scrubby bubbles that clean the tub.  I think she is trying to kill my sniffer or clean out my brain not sure which, but I wasn't thinking clearly by the end of our cleaning session.  Mom was on such a roll that she even thought the beast and I needed to be clean.  The horror of the bathtub was upon us.  Where is prince charming when I need him most to rescue me?  One thing I know for sure, the sorcerer who places spells on mom to clean should be put in shackles.   

Yours truly, 

The beauty