They were due to have their regular stylists appointment on Christmas Eve. While I often put off my own haircuts the dogs are groomed every six weeks. But we were away and in any event grooming them in the middle of a beach holiday is like throwing another bucket of sand on the beach - pretty much useless. So I rescheduled the appointment to the first day the salon opened after the new year. Had I left it any longer they may have called the RSPCA - had they been able to see the numbers on the phone to dial . Anyway, a few hours and a fist full of dollars later and look what we have. Gloriously groomed creatures. They were pretty as a picture - and then they rolled in the dirt and played catch the rubber chicken with Elliott and Owen.It's hard to know who was more excited - the boys or the dogs ... certainly it wasn't the squeaky rubber chicken which got a thorough going over. Regardless a great time was had by all.
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