Looking Good

I'm a pretty handsome pup, if I do say so myself, and staying this good looking takes effort.  Today was hair cut day.  I go to this little bijou place in Whalley called Maud and Eddy's.  It's very exclusive.  To be honest, I've no idea why it's called Maud and Eddy's because the guy that owns it is called Andrew and he works out of an extension that's built onto the back of his town house on a housing estate.  I'm a week overdue for my grooming because we had to reschedule it, which means I was beginning to look pretty shaggy.

I'm sad that I can't see much through all my hair.

Gave dad a proper guilt trip when he dropped me off.  Did the whole sad eyes thing and even threw in a bit of nervous shaking.  Works every time.  I do it when we go to the vets as well.  Not when we go to see the nurse, because they give me lots of cuddles. Just the vets because they stick things in me.

Anyway, two hours later and I'm looking sharp.

Look how big my eyes are when you can actually see them.

Home in time for dinner, but I had to lock out the little one because he kept trying to tip over my bowl,

Gonna bite off those toes if he comes any closer, I don't care how cute he is