91: Its going to be a Cold Christmas

This week I’ve had what human beans call a haircut

A van called at our house and a big, burly man came to the door. He wanted to take me into this van, which he referred to as his mobile salon.

Some of you will know that I am a very nervous dog.I don’t take kindly to strangers, or even to those I know quite well like the neighbours. So, I wasn’t going with him. TOWTLH tried to pull me down the drive on my lead but I just dug my heels (and my toes) in and refused to budge.
This stylist chap just picked me up and carried me to the van where he proceeded with the haircut.
I must admit it wasn’t as unpleasant as I expected it to be. 
Anyway, now I’ve been trimmed and tidied … and I’m cold.  

My humans have no thought for me.  They just went me to look neat and tidy for Christmas.

Bah, Humbug!