So, yesterday my hoomin decided my hair needed a trim. She used the clippers last used to do hoomin-cub-we-love John’s hair (which worried me slightly, what if it has his germs????
His last shower reportedly being on 1st January 2011!!!!!!!!!) Anyways it has been a long journey for da lady-what-feeds me to acquire Scottie-Cut-Skills (and she STILL has MUCH TO LEARN) but she getting better!
She does flat back, is improving on how to do the sides and is a complete novice as regards da face as it never really looks right. Butt! She has decided “I needs to grow my furinge and beard and have a short skirt” (as I gets messy – down there) and she no likes this kind of mess!!!!! (And neither do I, want a skirt, that is).
It is difficult to get a shot of ‘just me’ as Lucy tends to get in on my act!
The tail work is improving and all in all, we think with three dogs to trim she
might will get better as she gonna have lots of practice.
Have a lovely day today!
PS: John has since decided he NEVER wants mum to use the snippy machine on him again….!
Do you like having your hair brushed? I don’t! For three days I have avoided the terrible task as the comb (which Bonny snuck into the garden) has been missing. Now our human has found it and despite best efforts, she has done the dreadful dead. I feel better; yes and I look better; true. It’s the indignity I object to. She lifts my legs and brushes underneath, then she lifts my tail (!!!) and brushes there too. What’s a man to do? Is nothing sacred? Oh no, here she comes with those wet wipes for ear cleaning. One must endure oh ay.