Sure, the dog gets enough credit, the dog is given treats and pets every time it turns around, the dog even has its own site! That's not what I call fair. You never hear someone say, "Oh, Taffy, you're cute and all, but your tail is simply fabulous! I've got to give it free day passes to the Doggy Spa!", do ya? Well, I suppose that's a bit of a stretch, but still. Us tails deserve respect!

    And so, I decided to form TTAAIILL- Terrific Tails' Annoyance Arouses Intelligent Igloos' Lovely Lives. Okay, so the name needed some work, but the plan was terrific! At doggy day care or a play date or something, I'd communicate telepathically (as tails do) to the other dog's tail and we'd form a plan! All I needed was to not arouse suspicion in the meanwhile.

    Finally the day came when Taffy was all set  to play with her sister Bailey. I was wagging up a storm. After all, if her tail and I were related, we might share an opinion! Taffy bounded over to her sister and the two greeted as dogs do- sniffing the other's rear to make sure they have a good tail. I hadn't counted on that. Hee hee, did that ever tickle! Unfortunately, Bailey growled- not a good sign. She found me to be untrustworthy! Taffy took the cue and ran round and round, trying to get a grip on me. Luckily, Sarah chose that moment to look out the window.

    "Oh, silly puppy! What are you doing that for? You're getting your nice fluffy tail filthy!" Sarah crooned, going over to Taffy. Uh-oh.. She's getting that look in her eyes again...

    As it turned out, I was bathed and equipped with a bow. Not too bad, but my plan went out the window, or the doggy door, as it may be. Oh well, there's always next time...