Poor Clyde
I feel like I've named a post that before. But, really, it's fitting, because Clyde has an extremely hard life.
Today he got a hair cut. Stephanie, who takes care of him when we're out of town, says he looks "a little bit like a dingus." It's true, Clyde. You look a little bit like a dingus.
Today he got a hair cut. Stephanie, who takes care of him when we're out of town, says he looks "a little bit like a dingus." It's true, Clyde. You look a little bit like a dingus.
He's not happy about it. Also, he got the couch dirty. Ignore that.
In all seriousness, though, I'm not crazy happy with Petsmart's grooming. They don't seem to listen -- we said keep his ears long and go up a couple steps from how short they cut him last time. No dice on either of those. He also in about 24 hours will suddenly start scratching his ears till they bleed -- both of them are infected (OooOOoooo magic future-seeing abilities!). Did they get water in his ears? I don't know. But I think we'll go somewhere else next time.