It'd been a week since I gave Fergus his haircut and Seamus was getting hairier by the day. With another drive up to the farm about to happen and the August temperatures climbing higher each day, I decided I must give Seamus his haircut NOW. So I got up early, dragged him into the center of the room and began with the electric clippers. But his hair was so thick I couldn't get my new, expensive clippers to cut it. So out came the scissors:
I clipped his face and back first. He was NOT enjoying this:
The piles of black hair grew higher and higher, sticking to my skin and getting into my nose and mouth:
Seamus is of a calmer temperament than is Fergus. And it's a good thing, too because if he'd struggled as hard as Fergus had I might have given up.
This is his beseeching look:
If dogs could talk Part 1 (click to enlarge):
If dogs could talk Part 2 (click to enlarge):