Doggy style

This is Max modelling his new look. Until recently he was a heap of matted fur which he wouldn't let us brush or cut. On the occasions he has been to a groomer there have been incidents which I'm sure have led to him being put on a secret groomers' blacklist. His previous visit to a parlour aptly named Doggy Style, run by a gay couple, ended with him biting one of them ("and drawing BLOOD" I was tearfully informed).

Things had got so bad that he couldn't see at all through his fringe, and toilet breaks were resulting in the dreaded Klingons (long-haired dog-owners - I mean owners of dogs with long fur - will know this is nothing to do with Star Trek). Fortunately #1 daughter spotted a new grooming parlour on the way to work last week, and they had a cancellation. The 3 lovely ladies in there greeted the little snapper warmly and soon relieved him of his nose-to-tail dreadlocks without a drop of blood being shed on either side. He is so happy with his new look, and being able to feel the air on his skin again, that he is bounding around like a puppy (he's 6).