Yesterday was groomer day for Sam. Poor baby, he hates to be left there. He just hates to be left anywhere away from his people.
He won't walk back to the cage area with the groomer, he sets his feet and you have to drag him to get him to move. No one drags my boy . . . so I have to take him back to the cage area, then we both have to push his butt into the cage. I exit fast, because he looks so sad and forlorn in that cage!
Here's his before shot, really shaggy with a good doggy funk going on:
And now after, all clean and sweet smelling, foofy as we call it. . .
Yes, I'm Alive....
1 year ago