The Little Pack

We gave Jackson his first haircut over the weekend. He is 8. It was like shearing a sheep. It took a long time and he hated every minute of it. But as soon as it was done, we went outside. Once he felt the wind on his newly shorn skin, he was like a puppy reborn. I am not sure  if he was experiencing something akin to the swimmer’s feel for the water post-shaving, but he was beside himself with joy. The first time we shaved Archie, the vet tech who did it told me that cats come to either strutting or hiding. Archie hid. Well, Jack’s no cat, but came out of the experience strutting. Not only does he look like a puppy again, he is acting like one too. I wasn’t quite prepared for just how big his ears would be though and I still haven’t adapted to how small he really is. But I love seeing him this happy, and I think he is absolutely adorable this way.

Yup… that time of year again. This picture isn’t quite as pathetic as the first time we had him groomed, but it makes me laugh all the same!

Dixie finally got a haircut this past weekend! Although, I am not huge into putting clothes on my dogs, even my little dog, she was freezing, just shivering without all that fur and I had no choice but to put a sweatshirt on her. She has needed a bath and a haircut for awhile now, but her multiple surgeries prevented this from happening. Finally all her incisions healed and we took her to the groomer. I cannot believe how little she actually is. The nice thing is that since her bath she has been very snuggly. Yes, I know she really just needs my body warmth, but a girl can pretend, right?