This morning, as I am manning my daily sentry post on Dennis and Carol’s bed, I hear the familiar jingling sound of the tags on my collar. I don’t typically wear the collar around the house, so I know when I hear that sound there’s going to be something exciting going on. Glancing out the window, I know we aren't going for a walk, because it is raining and snowy. That means one of two things: we are either going to Grandma’s, or …. (gulp) I can hardly bring myself to say it…..we are going to Jane’s Pampered Pets. Considering it is only 7:15 in the morning, I know my fate. It’s haircut time. Don’t get me wrong, I know my parents mean well, but do I really need a haircut? The yellow lab from across the ditch doesn’t think so, if you know what I’m saying, heh heh. Anyway, all I can say is they better not put a bow in my hair!
Pictures to follow….
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