the constant thorn in my side

I know some of you thought I meant Dorothy with that title: but no, she's being alright and we're getting along really well.  I'm actually and quite literally talking about thorns!  Or prickles, or spurs, or whatever you want to call them!  

Every grassy patch is covered in them at the moment and I can't go outside without mommy attacking me with a hairbrush afterward!   The thorns get caught and tangled and it takes forever to brush them out, plus sometimes it hurts!  I never thought I'd say this but I can't wait until my next haircut!  Hopefully I'll get shaved so this whole thing can end.  

Here are some photos after a quick run in our front yard yesterday!

You can't even see most of them because they get tangled!

But when mommy starts brushing... this happens!

What the sink looks like afterward 

note: Dorothy doesn't have these issues but she got some pretty nasty cactus spikes on her face!  See the one just under her left nostril? OUCH! Luckily mommy always finds them.

the dreaded haircut

Last Wednesday mom and dad dragged me to the groomers: a place I hate almost as much as the vet.  It was my first haircut since we moved to Austin with a lady named Ginger that I'd never met before and I was terrified.  To add to the confusion, this groomer was right beside my vet - in the same building!  So that's where I thought we were going and I was shaking long before we even walked through the door.

Ginger was ok in the end.  She's only the third groomer I've ever had.  There was Karl, of course, who I always went to in Atlanta and the other was a lady who cut my belly during the first haircut of my life.  Mommy says she's the reason I get so scared but I've always hated the buzzing of the shaver and the screaming from the blow-drier too.

But I think Ginger is going to be my favorite because she asked mommy if she should blow dry me and I was grateful when mommy said to just let me dry off naturally like we do at home.  There was nothing I could do about the buzzing of the shaver though, Ginger said my hair was too matted to cut so it had to be completely shaved off!  Lucky it didn't take too long:

And because my report card was really good, I got a new toy to play with!  Although Dorothy did immediately take it away from me when we got home... but it was the thought that counted and I'm glad I don't need to get another haircut for a long time!