It’s happened…Mum has given me a haircut!! She said it was getting too long, too matted and that I looked like an old man. But I know she just wanted to test out her (rather new) grooming skills.
As she’s only been grooming for a few months, I thought it would be best if I really did give her a challenge. You know…just so she could get the full experience.
So…I kept following the clippers with my head when she was running them all over my body, trying to lick the blades, and maybe play bite her hand a bit. Hee hee. I also made a number of attempts to eat the scissors, oh, and to jump off the grooming table.
At the end of the day, Mum definitely agreed that I’d set her a proper challenge. Ah, one aims to please :)
Anyway, check out the before and after pics below. I actually love my new look…it’s easier to squeeze through small spaces and to jump over the sofa. Also, everyone we meet thinks I look like a proper puppy now, so the number of strangers trying to cuddle me has rocketed. Bonus!!
Beards are beautiful…
But (apparently) they’re much better when they’re under control!
And, yes, the sky is pretty grey. Dreaming more of sausages than California though!
Here I am doing my ‘good boy’ routine in the park. Pretty convincing isn’t it? Hee hee :)
Yes, I am off the lead here…like a big boy!
Throw the stick already!!
Fowlmead Country Park, here I come!
Yes, you guessed it: Mum had a day off from work today so that she could
get back to feeling like a proper person entertain me :)
We went over to Granny and Grandad’s for lunch first – and while we were there I showed off my excellent header skills with the football. Soon enough, it was time to harness up and get on the road to the park.
Molly spent the whole journey in the car trying to make a comfy bed on Mum’s back seat and I barked at the electric windows – in the hope that they would open. Sometimes they do…but I can’t quite work out who controls them…yet!
The park was awesome as ever. Birds, toadstools, fish, cyclists, ice cream. The list goes on. One thing I wasn’t quite so keen on was the extreme wind today:
Did someone say ‘Chewbacca’?
It’s hard to see all of the squirrels when you’ve got hair blowing everywhere. Even worse, it’s hard for everyone to see how handsome I really am!
Yesterday, I found a hat down the back of the sofa. And it wasn’t just any hat. It was woolly on the outside, fleecy on the inside. It had dangly ear bits and tassels. Best of all, it had a huge pom pom on top. Yesssss!!!
Here’s what happened next:
Oh, and as for the title of this post, well Grandad’s nickname for me is ‘Bear’ and Mum just loves those crazy crisp critters, so it was the perfect fit!
Everyone loves a flashback. No prizes for the spot the difference though I’m afraid!
Me when Mum and Dad first brought me home:
Dad has been away this weekend, so it’s been a good opportunity to spend some quality time with
Mum’s bed Mum. This picture pretty much says it all!
I’ll have to submit a request to ‘The Management Committee’ for a King Size!
Note from Hector’s Mum: actually, that picture doesn’t even tell half the story! He snuck upstairs while I was getting changed, plundered the laundry basket for underwear, and proceeded to chew it on the bed. The real deal:
Nom nom nom…this bra tastes amazing!
We’ve had some massive storms this week – torrential rain, enormous peals of thunder and really spectacular sheet lightning. I’ve been showing my appreciation by hiding under the furniture…I mean…um…I definitely think you get the best view of the stormy skies from down low.
I’ve also been tucking my tail in between my legs…ahem…just so it doesn’t act as a lightning conductor you understand. After all, I do know a lot about physics.
Mum has also needed a lot of protection during the storms, so I’ve been sitting on her lap quite a bit. The things we dogs have to do for our humans!