So, on Friday I went for my first haircut. Mum took me over to Manston where Auntie Julie the haircut lady lives. Molly was also getting a trim, but even though she was there to watch my back, I still had to keep a very close eye on the four massive (6 inch high) chihuahuas. Man they were scary.
Anyway, Auntie Julie muscled me on to her trimming table and Mum held me still while Granny fed me sausage. Now, I am the handsomest bordoodle on the block – and I can see even better to steal things. Life is great!