Daisy off-cuts.

So, the boy returned home after a week with his Dad, with the girls, Daisy and Sally, Shih-Tzus. As soon as I give Daisy (aka Dizzy, or Diz) a stroke, I felt knots and lumps in her fur, so I grabbed my glasses and the scissors and started snipping.

Diz hates, I mean HATES being trimmed, so I was struggling, then my son noticed I was having trouble (what!!?) and said 'it will be easier with two' and held Daisy, so I could get to the thick matts under her arms, on her chest and down her legs. You'd never think I got rid of the matts 10 days ago, or thought I had at any rate.

This is a compacted ball of the fur we trimmed off. Diz will be much more comfortable, and it was a rare bonding moment with my teen boy.