 I tell you right now, it's getting me down. Every time a king or queen hits town, the vet hurries over and combs my hair, clips my nails and sprays me everywhere till I smell like a hundred magnolia trees and the powder flies every time I sneeze. I could leave all this stuff alone for a good case of fleas and one old bone, but that's politics. Had to get out the vote. Sleep with a stopped up nose in an air-conditioned doghouse.