May 10

Today I began the spring ritual of haircuts for the boys! Flea hadn't been touched with a pair of clippers since we owned him years ago, so I wasn't sure how he would react. Little bugger stood right there for me, no halter, no lead, and let me clip and clip and clip away. I only managed his face, neck, and ears before I had to give up. I only have a small pair of clippers and that yak coat of his calls for something a wee bit more powerful.
Fargo was excellent for his yearly mane roaching. I'm lucky with him; he sheds out beautifully on his own and doesn't require body clipping.