Yesterday was a very big day for wee Jack, who isn't quite so 'wee' at ten months old. It was his first trip to be professionally groomed--and it broke his mother's heart.
Between Stuart and I being away for a month over Christmas and New Year, and Jack going too long between good brush-outs, we came home to what resembled more of a dust mop than our little, fluffy puppy. And we came home to a shock........a good one mind you, but still a surpirse.
|A Bichon Frise', like Jack's momma.|
|The classic Lhasa Apso,|
originally bred in Tibet.
a box of chocolates. You never
know what you're gonna get."
|Jack checking out Max's haircut......,|
"Hey! Why do you still get to have fur?!"
Jack swims in his little puffy jacket now
but he seemed happy and warm,