While Steve was busy shouting at the last few chapters of Harry Potter, I decided it was high time my dog got a shave and a haircut.
You would have decided the same. She was three times as big as she should be, and the bad smells just clung to her fur, no matter how frequently I tortured her with a bath.
And you know that you love an animal when your nose is two inches away from her arse and she farts, but you refuse to let go of her feet because there’s only two little tufts of hair on her tail remaining to be cut off.
There’s a reason I put off her haircuts for as long as possible.
Barley (110 lbs) just got a trim (dreadlocks of tassels) and a bath yesterday. He’s a tub-full, and doesn’t like being wet. Smells much better, now. Try to keep a hold on his legs when HE farts - not pretty.