The last time I ‘trimmed’ the dog, it was a nightmare. It took ages, hair went everywhere and she hated me as a result. This time, I decided to take a different approach. Instead of using the noisy trimmers, I opted for the stealthy scissors. The result? A much tidier dog.
Of course, there are those that have said I should just let her hair grow au natural, but personally when the hair on her face is covering her eyes – it’s too long.
To celebrate her new haircut, we took CJ to Westonbirt Arboritum where she frollicked with one of her descendants – a large shaggy Old English Sheepdog. I’ll be honest for a creature that looks like a Tribble with four legs, they can really floor it when they want to.
Meanwhile at home, CJ has devastated the conservatory by shredding mats and getting mud everywhere (It has been like this for over three days now. Vacuum cleaner has now been placed in the kitchen as a hint to Helen).
This weekend, I also aim to redo the lawn so I have somewhere to BBQ and lounge this summer, but I forsee difficulties when it comes to a canine that can dig a hole halfway to China in two minutes. She also uses the lawn as her bathroom, so unless I want a lawn with yellow stains on it for the rest of my life, something has to change.