It's been hot in Melbourne and when it's hot, 12 year old Goldie pants and pants. She doesn't enjoy the heat at all, but she has the presence of mind to sleep in the hallway between the back and front door, catching a nice night breeze. Dogs are clever. That's where I wanted to sleep.
Time for her annual haircut.
She came home looking like a shorn sheep with the head of a brittany spaniel. I can't stop laughing. Clyde (the greyhound, who goes to his forever home this week) didn't recognise her and chased her around the back yard until he could get a good sniff of her butt and realised who she was.
$60. I only pay $12 for a trim, but then I guess I only have my head shorn.
And they bathed her and clipped her nails.
I want to be a dog.
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