(Freeda is still here and going strong. This blog however, seems to be winding down. I’ll try to find interesting content before we say good-bye.)
Sorry. It’s late.
Do you know what every summer for the last 7 years has been like? Sort of like working the janitorial shift at Hair Clips. THIS is what happens when the weather gets warm –
Huge clumps of hair fall out of my dog. The above brush was from ONE quick swipe over Freeda’s coat. The brush is unnecessary, anything – petting, feeding, sleeping – will cause little hairy tumbleweeds to blow around my house. It’s as COOL as it sounds. I must sweep five times a day, and yet there’s always more. Until now.
That’s right, we FINALLY decided to take Freeda for a haircut.
This is JD explaining “Spa Day” to Freeda.
This is Freeda saying, “No Thanks.”
In my naivete, I thought we’d just stand there and watch. I SO wanted to document the whole process, but no, they sent us away and said to come back in FOUR hours. Yikes. Dogs are such divas.
We finally got the call that she was ready. Rachel couldn’t wait to see the result.
Whoo Hoo. Freeda couldn’t wait to see US.
Hey, where you going?
Uh..you got her Rachel?
Wow. She’s really in a hurry to show off her new “do”. It must be a girl thing.