I got my first haircut this month, not that you can tell from the photo above as most of it has grown back. As it was my first trim, the Man had no idea what to ask for and I ended up looking like a refugee from ZZ Top.
After some "constructive feedback" from the younger Grandwomen, the Man took out his scissors and demonstrated his inability to cut in a straight line.
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Until I rolled about on the carpet.
Later on, I got another sort of bath and blow when we went down to the beach at Seamill. The wind was blowing a hooley but it was fun to dip my paws in the water. We had to cut the walk short as the Woman's shoulder was too painful to continue thanks to post-Covid nerve inflammation.
As the Woman's shoulder is incapacitated, she can't drive so the Man has been taking her to work and me to Pawz & Co. Unfortunately, as he works till 6pm, he isn't able to collect us afterwards so she has needed to beg a lift from her teacher pals. I learned the leather upholstery of a newly valeted Range Rover is not the place to leave muddy autographs. It's just as well I look so cute or else the Woman could have been landed with the bill for another valet.
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| Me with my Pawz Krew. |
I discovered I don't have to be lifted into the car boot anymore. Two taps on the car boot ledge are my signal to leap in. I don't even need to take a run-up. I think that's because of all the practice I get at Pawz & Co leaping over the gate into the office to say hello to the staff.
I've developed an irrational dislike for Alsatians. At first sight, I start to quiver, then growl and bark in my deepest, gruffest tone. If they come closer, I run for my life, tail tucked between my legs to prevent them biting it off. I don't know how it started but I was afforded some respite when I encountered five-month-old Brutus. Even though he was half my age, he was still bigger than me and was intent on making my acquaintance no matter how often I slinked away.
So I ran...
He chased...
and couldn't keep up. Realising this, I started to jink in different directions, running around tufts of long grass then accelerating away until he finally gave up and collapsed, panting on the ground, out of breath and beaten. I don't know if I've totally overcome my Alsatian phobia yet but it helped my confidence no end.
Other news: February brought three storms (Dudley, Eunice and Franklin) plus snow.
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Snowballs are disappointing. They may melt in the mouth but are cold and flavourless. |
