He's been Francified!" Bess exclaimed.Leigh ceased petting her aunt's Pekingese mix and looked up. Her mother and Aunt Lydie had at last arrived at the park, an unprecedented ten minutes late. Frances was still fussing with something in the car, but Lydie was walking toward them with Chewie on a lead."Oh, no," Leigh breathed.The corgi was unrecognizable. The mud, burrs, and feathers were gone. So was every drop of natural oil his coat had ever possessed. The dog was so squeaky clean that his thick brindle fur stood fluffed up all over like he'd just put his paw in a light socket, and Frances had completed the transformation by sticking an oversized blue bow on the top of his head. The poor dog was half Beauty's Beast in the ballroom, half golden hamster."Oh my," Cara said with a chuckle. The dog bounded up to Leigh looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "Haven't passed a mirror lately, have you, boy?" Leigh greeted, glad that her mother's efforts had produced at least one positive result.
