Checking the latest weather here in the north of England it would appear that it is almost 26C (79F). So mum has decided we need our fur clipped.
One day of sun, and mum has totally lost the plot. A week ago we had the heating on in the house. Now, every window is open and warm air freshens into every corner.
Charlie was first to get the chop as the buzzy shears combed through his fluffy down.
I think he needed a clip more than me as he was starting to make, where his legs meet his body, what the humans call felt.
After thirty minutes the fluff surgery on Charlie was complete and about 500g (1lb) of fine fluff lay on the table top and all over mum.
A quick tidy up and it was my turn to face the dog hair clippers. Buzz, buzz went the blades up and down my tummy and then onto my back.
I was a bit unsure as the, by now slightly warm, gadget made it’s way towards my paws. The clippers sort of tickled as it dragged along my fine legs and down towards my toes.
Saved for the birds
My fluff is a lot finer than Charlies so it does not take long for me to get my number two completed.
Haircuts complete we can now declare that summer has officially arrived.
We will however reserve the right to moan and trample around in a very sorry way if the temperature now plummets.
Until next time
Buster and Charlie