Mum finally flipped today and after weeks of drying us, she decided we needed a haircut.
Not just any trim around our feet but the full on No.2 followed by a bath.
Scissors and clippers
Usually we get away with a short trim but mum had purchased a professional fluff trimmer with plastic attachments.
Once we had become used to the noise, it was like a loud bee from the garden, we settled down and started to get cold.
The thick coats we had taken all winter to grow started to be removed, a strip at a time. Just like a farmer ploughing a field, mum worked the gadget up and down our coats.
Starting on our backs she worked her way down our sides then onto our tummies.
It was here that we got the giggles. The shears tickled, this is what mum called it, and we started to lark about.
All my fluff....
Now tickling is something new and took a while to work out what the sensation was. Mum kept saying everything was alright but I saw what it was doing to my coat and I was a bit unsure.
After a break for a few minutes, to go to the garden and for mum to tidy up a little , she started on our legs. We thought the giggles were bad on our tummies well, the buzzing on our legs just made us react like we were jumping on hot coals.
Every time mum put the trimmer near our paws we just had to lift our legs. It was great fun.
Do my legs look thinner?
Fluff went everywhere, and the hoover monster was brought out to help clean up.
Mum had thin hairs all over her top and trousers. We had our revenge as these itched, and itched, and itched until she eventually went for a shower and got tidied up.
A bath soon followed for us, along with a long lie down in front of the fire to dry off.
Mum says that she is going to use our fluff for the birds.
We will let you know next time what she actually does with it.
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