Here’s the “Before.” Note the obstruction of the eyeholes:
And the “Before” rearview. Note the obstruction of the . . . well, note the obstruction. However, it is not as alarming as it may first appear:
It’s a leaf. I was so relieved:
Now all holes are unobstructed. The Dog Wash got a little carried away with the clippers, but it grows back. This is Biscuit’s “I support the troops” haircut, in honor of Veteran’s Day:
Now that Biscuit is all shined up, he has places to go. He’s going to spend the weekend with some friends. Actually, with the people who found him, wandering in a state park a few years ago, and who
inflicted gave him to us. And the reason Biscuit is going away is because we’re going away, too.
Insert fervent prayers that I feel well enough to go away and stay away until Sunday.
My niece is getting married tonight, and I am doing my darnedest to pull my WTF-afflicted self together and go to Delaware for the weekend. I really REALLY want to go, and to be able to stay at the wedding and the reception, and visit with family on Saturday, some of whom I haven’t seen in years. I figure if I can hold it together until the reception, even if WTF acts up, I won’t be the first person to stagger or talk funny at a wedding reception. So please do crank up the prayers that I get to do this, because dammit, I REALLY WANT TO! Thank you
So . . . for those of you who attend the Church of the Sunday Post, our services will be delayed until late Sunday afternoon. So you can sleep in I was going to get a post ready and have a faithful parishioner publish it for me, but then I started thinking, maybe I’ll get to take some new and interesting pix while I’m away, PLUS, I’m not thinking about much other than please, God, let me go to Stacey’s wedding.
So, that’s my plan. I’m choosing to have faith that it will happen, so I will see you good people, and the bad dog, on Sunday. Have a good one, friends.