Before I went to my new family, I got a haircut. Actually, it was more of a shave.
It gave me a “puppy” look and was cool for the summer, but it quickly grew back.
Drastic times called for drastic measures. My family took me for a cut again, to make sure I wasn’t going to overheat (this summer has been hotter than we usually have, and that’s saying something!). They’re also hoping it will help me to, uh, shed a little less.
It was a long day to be forced away from them, but I was brave and behaved well. But oh, the joy when they came back for me!