The Dog Oasis

That's what it's called, Johanna's trimming salon where we went today. I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I have to go through this procedure from time to time.

But I don't like it. I like Johanna, don't get me wrong. But calling the place a dog oasis is misleading, for dogs anyway. A constant struggle, and you never know what comes next. Watch out for baths, nose shaving, claw clipping, ear washes and other unwanted assaults, the sign should read.

But I do look great, I have to admit. And I got a bow, a purple one. If it's still around tomorrow, we might catch it in a pic...