Stevie got a haircut

Today started off very scary for me.  After breakfast Phyllis picked me up and put me in the car with her.  I just lay there like a statue hoping this wasn't really happening to me.  She was very happy telling me I was going to be a handsome boy and getting a haircut.  I never got one of those before and didn't know what she was talking about.  The car stopped.....She picked me up.....Carried me into the groomer.... Put me on the floor where I froze as I could feel the leash.  The groomer, Brett, who is a very nice guy sat on the floor with me so I would get used to him.  He picked me up and when he went to take my leash and collar off I tried to bite him.  I know it's wrong  but how else am I supposed to tell people who do not understand dogspeak what is happening with me.  Phyllis left me there at 9:30 and when she picked me up at 12:30 I was just as handsome as she said I would be.  The best part of the whole thing was that I got a harness even though it took two people to put it on me, but I never tried to bite.  I don't mind walking on my leash with the harness and Phyllis has taken me out 3 times since we hgot home.  The first time I pretty much didn't want to move, but I did because it was different than the mean old collar.  The second time I went a little longer.  I walk slowly because I am so scared my tail wraps around one of my back legs and keeps me from walking too fast.  The third time it was dark out, Phyllis told me because I can't see anything.  I only tripped on the curb once and walked for a whole half of a block.  Slowly with Phyllis patting me every step.  Life today is good!