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Shaggy D-A

 
 
 
 
Growing up, my Dad always used the phrase "Shaggy D-A" to refer to our unkept hair. The phrase seems fitting for this post. Our poor dog has been deprived, probably both of attention and hygeine. He hadn't gotten a haircut since September. It seemed kind of cruel shaving off his warm coat in the chill of winter, so we kept putting it off. It finally got to the point of necessity. Harvest was shedding hair all over our rugs, so it was time. Today was his day of pampering. We tried a new grooming place, which ended up to be the greatest deal yet. Typically we pay around $80 for each cut, simply because he gets a special bath, and the upgraded package. Today he got the same treatment for only $35! She usually charges $45, but because this was his first time, she gave us $10 off. It was awesome. We are certainly going back and we won't wait until the point of no return again. Isn't he handsome?
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Anonymous said…
Yes, Shaggy D-A is very fitting--that is what I thought of when I saw him! Here is my lesson for the day---I before E except after C. In case you are wondering why I chose to share that---hygiene. Anyway, talk to you later!
Love ya,
Jessica
March 30, 2008 at 4:18 AM
Kara said…
You are a shmuck. As you probably or at least should have learned by now, I rarely take the time to proof-read these entries. I am lucky if I get the pictures posted in a timely manner, so here's to you, oh funny one---HYGEINE, HYGEINE, HYGEINE, HYGEINE. I bet that drove you crazy!!!
March 30, 2008 at 4:24 AM
Erin&Joshua said…
My god....he was shaggy! The pictures make it hard to tell, but does he have any hair left? Hunter got his second hair cut, we just trimmed his snout and around his eyes. WE are going to allow his tail and body to grow a bit, not as long as Harvests though. The one thing I can't stand is the gunk around Hunter's eyes. When we had Harvest I noticed he had it a little but Hunter's is terrible!
March 31, 2008 at 12:39 AM
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