Well... Mom decided this weekend would be the Perfect Time to cut our hairs. Apparently, some of us were getting a little "shaggy".
I have no idea who she could be talking about.
Not me. It must be Abby she was talking about.
|Clearly Abby is the shaggy one.|
|"We're suffering severe snow melt, and you want to add insult to injury by giving us haircuts, too?!?"|
So Mom did the whole brushing, bathing, drying thing (at least I got to air-dry this time, as opposed to Mom using her evil air blower thingy that sounds suspiciously like an evil Vacula machine...) and then went straight in to the hair cutting thing.
|"Smile all you want, Mom. You're not the one having her tootsies tickled with a clipper."|
|And we wrestled in our diminishing snow because, well, we can!|
So now we are all nekkid-like. And, we might possibly be more comfortable. But we wouldn't dare tell Mom that and let her think we actually approved of this whole grooming nonsense. Heehee!
In addition to being made nekkid, we went to doggie class, and did our usual crazy doggie class stuff.
|"Hi! My name's Abby. I perform circus tricks for cheese."|
|"Just another sighting of your friendly, neighborhood Fi-ster Bunny!"|
|"We hope everyone had a great Fi-ster!"|
|We were guinea pigs for dog trainers-in-training.|
|And Mom showed that she, too, could be made to perform tricks when bits of cheese were proffered.|
So that was our weekend. How was yours?
-Fiona the Fi-ster Bunny and Abby the Hippobottomus