I am normally pretty good at defending myself from the tyrannical machinations of my abusive parents...but not on doggy daycare days. On these days I spend long periods of time defending myself from ruthless yorkies, pugs, and pomeranians; so it is understandable that I lack the power when I get home to fight my parents. They use this weakness to their own advantage to amuse themselves.
This picture illustrates two reasons why my doggie daycare sucks. The first reason, they also sell costumes. The second reason, it makes me way too exhausted to do anything about the aforementioned costume.
Here is a better view of the torture my parents subjected me to when I was too weak to defend myself. FYI, I was a shark.