True, we might have been a little shaggy...
But really, just because we were shaggy and hot and losing our eyeballs, did that really merit pulling us out of doggie class to go to the spa?
Abby and I were NOT impressed with this turn of events.
|We're not happy with you, so we're NOT looking at the camera.|
However, the siren call of the frisbee quickly attracted our attention, and our initial displeasure was soon forgotten.
Okay, so maybe we're more aerodynamic with our haircuts. And we're cooler, so we can play longer. So I guess we'll forgive Mom. Eventually. After she throws that frisbee a few dozen more times!
|Okay, we forgive you. But don't let it happen again anytime soon!|
|And now you can see my pretty face!|
|And even Abby looks a tad less goofy. A tad.|
|But seriously, Mom. Doggie class next week, okay?!?|
-Fiona and Abby the (newly shorn) Hippobottomus