Why now, when the summer is getting close to done and over, with mornings already chilling down? Well, I went away, and Diego spent Hurricane Debby in a boarding kennel (he loves it, lots of space to run, lots of dogs to bark at, horses too) where he got very wet, and by the time I returned to pick him up – his hair was a matted mess. Time for a shave, y’all, which included 2 tranquilizers (he loves his curly locks, and gets anxious, twitchy, and stressed) and a fond, foolish mother being shoved out the door because I was a distraction, or something. Meh. (I was.)
Isn’t he magnificent? Not my silly, floppy, curly muppet at present anymore, but still – a gorgeous thang. He’s recovering, and has eaten his rewards with gusto (no food when giving tranquilizers). His hair grows back in quickly, and might – by the time this is posted, have curled up again, but in the meantime, it’s an adjustment for us both, and no question he feels naked. Heeheehee… Poor booby. What a profile!!
