No letter necessary here but I just liked these photos so much I thought they needed to be out there - a sort of narcissism by proxy.
Taz, at 15 the eldest of my pack of four dogs, was in need of a hairdo. A mobile groomer called round over the weekend and the boy was duly done.
Thing is, despite some judicious editing-in of captions by the groomer, Taz was:
B. Not keen on being separated from his dad.
And.....
C. Not keen on a poncey bouffant!
"No dog's ever done that since I've had the van!" said the surprised groomer.
I think Taz's concern at the whole business showed, even if the groomer thought otherwise.
Still, you can't make an omelette without breaking wind.
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