I want to see the light. I really do.

Since I have 50 billion CDs to import I am back at it after working today. Today was wonderful since Sancho came in for a haircut. Sancho and I have come a long way. The first time he came in he was not very trusting. Not very trusting in the I'll eat your face never say die way. He made it clear that someone had been bruatlizing him and he wasn't putting up with us groomers any more. He's about 45 pounds and all muscle and teeth. It was very scary and I honestly wasn't sure if we would be able to complete his grooming. Oh screw that, I wasn't even sure if I would be able to get him as far as the bath. He needed a muzzle at first, something I am very resistant to use. After all, if you took away my main defenses in a scary situation, I would also go nutshit. Especially if they had been taken from me in a similar fashion/environment. It took time, patience and my especially skillful ways. Something I excel at is helping dogs regain their trust. Anyway, by the end of the first grooming, the muzzle had been removed and though the fearful Sancho was tight and ready for anything, we got him looking pretty good. Today was his third time to me. He still shows his teeth when he anticipates trouble but provided I act aghast when he goes for me, he stays unable to bite and even looks sheepish that he even considered it. What troubles me the most about this entire ordeal is the fact that there are people in the animal industry that can create behavior such as Sanchos and be okay with it. Our egos are astounding and they becoming crippling when involving other creatures we need cooperation from. It's funny how most people think the dog is fighting them... I bet the dog is thinking the same exact thing about them. It's a shame the higher thinking being suddenly becomes beast worthy when something "lower" won't do what they say. Bullies, all of them. Regardless, I am psyched with how great my buddy is coming along. This is something I think of often when my mind turns to my trip. As of right now I have five dogs no one else can groom. My heart is heavy with them as they have been mishandled by others to the point they are at. I can only hope I have brought them around enough so others may work with them again. I also hope they don't come across any other people willing to force them into submission by using brute force.

I like to think hell is of a very personal nature. I hope I am right. For all those people tooling on dogs, their own personal hell would be receiving the beatings they have so easily and ruthlessly doled out all in the name of getting something (a haircut let's say) the way *they* want it. There is nothing pretty about that. I guess my hell will consist of spending years and years in a bowl. My fish are suddenly bothering me and there isn't a thing I can do about it since I don't want my hell to consist of being stomped on or flushed down the toilet. Hmm...

Oooo! Speaking of hair cuts... I am going to have mine done one last time before I go. I am going to have it cut shorter. I think I have once again found a picture of a style I like. You can see it here. Now ignoring the fact that it is Tori looking a wreck and taking the super short bangs part away (hate that!), I think I like the look. Since my hair is just past my shoulders I might ask my hair dresser if I can have some little pointies that go longer than the other hair on my neck. So stylish! So beautiful!

Tomorrow I go and look at my new truck. It's a 2004 Dodge Durango. It's such an incredible deal that I am going to test drive it and possibly trade in the Jeep for it to come home with me. It will be large enough to fit me, the boys and all my things very comfortably. I ordered a Rand and MacNally road atlas today. All that is left is moving L, getting the things I am not taking with me to my moms (why are moms free storage? I feel to old for this...), throwing out most of the other things, packing up the stuff that is coming and then it's go time. I knew go time would happen. I have been saying that for some time now and it's finally true. I am worried since this is new for me, but I am beside myself with anticipation. I have added Graceland to the list. I'm not so much King savvy as much as I totally believe the hype on this one. I am going to start recording everything in a little empty journal book I have had oh forever. Now I know why I have never been able to throw it out. Eh, I can't believe I just typed that. It's the thing everyone I can't relate to would say. Scratch that I guess. I just have a hard time throwing out perfectly good empty journal type books... yeah, that's it.

You've been warned

Since the two little baby birds came out of the nest I know who the parents are. They are from the Bob's (same as before). However! There are one or two more babies. It's anyones guess as to who these are from as the Bobs and Malcolm are sitting on them. I'm guessing they are from the other Bobs. Lets see if I am right... They should look interesting if that is the case. They should also be sterile which would be a fucking relief. We need *something* sterile in that cage. I guess I would fuck my brains out as well were I locked with the opposite sex and had little to do... Just a thought.

Since it's Friday night, I work on Saturday, I haven't anyone I wish to spend the night with (BY CHOICE) and I have an ass load of CD's that need to go on the puter... well, here I am blogging while importing all my favorite missing music. This week was long, so listening to good music while relaxing and emptying my mind is the perfect ending. This could be considered therapy for me... Speaking of emptying my mind... I always use this blog to inform you of things that are slightly interesting but rather shallow when it comes right down to it. That's because sharing is the weakest point I have. In all areas. In a general kind of sense even. Here goes nothing...

Most people feel sick when their bodies break down a bit due to illness/virus/whatever, and that is how my emotions and mind are feeling. I feel sick and broken in my mind. Since I don't want to explain this fully to anyone face to face I am going to create a literary purge on this blog so I might be able to release some of the madness. I thought I was drained until I realized that's not it at all. I don't even like saying that. Everyone says that. Drained. Oh, I'm so drained. Whatever. I feel totally full. So much so that I feel like I am over flowing. Overwhelmed? Probably. Like a glass of mental and emotional that is overflowing and going fucking everywhere. Like that. My brain is on overdrive. Stuck in first gear trying to go 90 mph. And all I can wonder is who the fuck is going to check the oil in this overactive machine? Has anyone ever checked it to begin with? Is this even a machine, or is the correct word catastrophy? Now, I know, some might lable this "crazy" but I am not going to go with that just yet. And usually that is just a way to ignore that someone is overly needy for a reason and move on without getting involved because you don't know how to handle or assist to begin with. So fuck off. I have also been reminded that the looming terminal illness (not mine) that remains out of my control to remedy and very hard to even start dealing with in a rational or even logical level is probably some of the issue. That seems plausible. Thanks. :) I just want all of you to know that I know I am tough to be around right now. I know. Seriously. You know how I know? Because I don't even want to be around me lately. At least you can hang up, go home or log off. And I don't blame you for any one of them. I really don't. I would too. Sleep is my best friend at this time. When I can catch it. It's a slippery little fucker at times like these.

Now, let's not forget that I am super fucking high strung to begin with here. I would love to slow it down to about 100. I really would. And this isn't helping in the slightest. I am also pretty neurotic. To the point where I get worried about worrying. Really. So add anything majorly stressful and you have a basket case mess of a human hoping to keep it together enough not to have to sign in to a fucking mental hospital. Besides, who would take care of the boys? I have found shrink after shrink and if you can even try to handle it, they all say I am just fine. Then they try to put me on meds to help me calm down. This is where I get confused. If I have a nail in my foot, do I take a Tylenol? No, I don't. I remove the fucking nail. Therefore their bullshit remedy with putting me into a coma just because they can't help me get to the root of the problem doesn't strike my fancy. Also, if I am so fucking fine, why the meds? Don't even get me started on the entire pharmaceutical conspiracy theory and what it means to us as thinking human beings. When it all goes down, don't tell me I didn't warn you.

I am aware that I start getting confused and distracted and because of that I come across a wee bit insane and extremely antisocial. More antisocial than usual even. When this happens I usually repel people. Sometimes they are people I adore. I am under the impression I do this to get them away from me before my crazy is taken out on them but also because, well, it's embarrassing. See, I don't mind people seeing the normal every day hyped up quirky eccentric me. But when the oh so abnormal paranoid confused hyped up gloom and doom hits (and I can't always keep myself from crying on a minute by minute basis) I would rather quiet the din within by myself and keep those I love out of the entire ship wreck. Hurting people with the push isn't the plan. There usually is no plan except trying to find solitude and hopefully slow my racing head down a bit. Mainly so it doesn't go so fast that it goes out of control and crashes. In so many words, I don't mean to butcher relationships. Maybe this is an apology of sorts?

Is there a solution to all of this? Surely. The super good news is I am rather smart. So I am not overly concerned with figuring this mental math equation out. I also have excellent skills. Lots of them. I would love to list them all but isn't this long enough as is? I am positive that I am very able to completely figure out how I tick to the point where I can rely on my head. It's going to take a little time but doesn't anything like this? Then there's the trip. 50% of my trip is to help me have some alone time so I can not only get to know myself better but also try to get my head together once and for all. The other 50% is to explore and hopefully find people I can relate to and a place I like enough to stay. That, at least, semi resembles a plan if you squint.

Man, I need to do this more often...

April showers bring May flowers...

It finally stopped raining!! YAY!! Walking dogs in the rain sucks. Running them in the mud sucks even more. Charlie loves every second of everything but this isn't his blog so we're sticking with how much it sucks. However, there are now flowers everywhere looking beautiful in their silky petal dresses bursting with colors that never go out of season. Speaking of which, due to the rain I broke out the raincoats. I have a purple (I thought it looked springy) two piece rain set and I am so completely satisfied with how brilliant that buy was. With that and my waterproof stand in a puddle all day but have dry feet boots I am just about untouchable. It's my mood that seems to be effected the most you know. The boys also have rain gear and I got pictures of them one day while walking about in high winds and pouring rain. It lifted my spirits so it was worth it. Hopefully it does the same for you. Obviously, Charlie isn't worried about Charlie being wet, I am. Jimmy however, relishes his rain coat as he does not like the wet one bit...



Due to the buckets of water coming from the sky, our morning run field now has a small body of water in the middle of it. I say small as compared to an actual lake/pond that one would swim in. It's astounding how everyone but Charles is able to go around this massive puddle. He likes to cut staight through it... That's Jim at the edge so you have an idea of it's size. This is still the driest place I can find to run the dogs. Wowser.


HOLY KNIT!! I forgot to tell you! I was cleaning my room, which is a feat all unto itself. I must clean my room... oh... about every three or four months. It looks like I never left adolescence. I might not have. There are usually clothes and such everywhere. Anyway, beneath this huge pile of clothes was a Christmas present from my aunt and uncle. I had forgotten all about it!! They gave me looms with which to knit. Since everyone keeps going on and on about this need to knit, I thought I would give it a whirl. TO MUCH FUN! Sure sure, I'm sort of cheating with the looms but I fucking HATE counting stitches and all that SHIT that you usually have to do. So this is awesome for me. I finally see why everyone says it's so relaxing. The first hat I made ended up being super tiny. Here it is on the loom when it was just started...

Here's the loom, the yarn and my little tool that helps me pull the yarn over the spokes. Ha ha, spokes. I love that word.

And the finished project on ONLY THE SUPER FAMOUS SOON TO BE ON THE NET MODELING THINGS JIMBO!!! Side note: His photoshoot has been moved to May 11 at 3 p.m..

This is clearly the face that shows how not impressed he is over being roused by a crazy woman, a little tiny hat on his head and a flash in his face. Two words: Poor sport.


Once I had the idea down I moved onto bigger and better. The bigger was needed anyway and the better was a wing it plan that totally worked out. Which ruled. Not only was the next hat larger but it also has a big old stripe in it. NICE! The rim is also larger as to keep the wearers ears nice and toasty...


The next step was to feel like I could probably knit steel wool into a stove if I wanted to. Commence going out and getting a shitload of yarn. So pretty, so functional. And the project then took over my life. Since my aunt and uncle are from VT, I am making them both matching hats and scarves. Well, matching meaning the hats and scarves match, not that they'll be wearing the exact same thing. That's not very fair to my uncle as I wanted to knit something with sparkles in it. Here is the finished hat.

See the sparkles? So cool. The looms make knitting with that hard to use but super neat design yarn so much easier to work with... I just put it right next to the orange yarn and wah lah! Sparklies.


The matching scarf is still in progress but coming along nicely. The scarves take waaaay longer to make but I am tenacious.


I believe my uncles will either be blues or greens. I haven't decided yet. All I know is it will kick some serious knitting ass once complete. And they'll get to their destination right in time for summer! YES!!

Okay... the birds are being difficult. Everyone is sitting vigil. Any time I go to take pictures one of the Bob's is in the way and sitting on the little ones. I guess I'll have to scare them out and then get the babies to think it's feeding time. Then they'll stick their little scrawny ugly necks up and I'll be able to snap a picture of their little tiny gross baby bird faces. Lets face it, baby birds are not a pretty thing in the beginning. Everyone is caring for them. I don't know who's they are or what they are going to look like. Since Bob is having sex with everyone, it could be anyone's guess. I am guessing it is probably him and Bob again though. I'll keep trying to get pictures and post them once this is accomplished.

Oooo... one more thing... I started grappling. I like it because I feel after one class that I could be incredible at it. The biggest thing is that I lose focus while wrestling as I am focusing all my energy toward *not* biting my opponent. It's so hard for me to keep my teeth from ripping into flesh when it is stuck against my face and I am trying to get it off. Again, I think this gives me the edge. I am all teeth, nails and fury. I do not enjoy the close physical contact one bit. I am going to try only having M as a partner and see how I do. I'll just sit out the times we have to switch partners. I'm sooo not into the whole strange sweaty body on mine unless it was all my idea and we have less clothes on. I also enjoy that better when it doesn't involve the gym and numerous other people. Hmmm... yeah, I guess I'll have to sit out the times I have to be with someone else. Otherwise I can always go kick and punch while they swap about the people with sweaty bodies... Oooo... good one! High five!

OH BABY!! er... babies

Just when I am getting ready to snatch all the nest covers because everything seems calm and baby free... obviously, more babies! AND MY CAMERA IS ACTING FUNNY!!! NOOOOOO!! Anyway, I have no idea who the parents are as everyone is sitting on them and puking in their mouths. They are SO tiny and SO freaking baby animal cute. This is it! This is the last fucking batch these whores are going to spit out of their little birdy vaginas! When this clutch is big enough to evacuate, I will commence the removal of nest tops. But don't worry, as soon as my camera isn't acting funny I'll blog the shit out of this babylicious mess!

Everyone is doing it!!

We are not alone...

Pictures because I am bored and don't want to blog a lot.

I am also in need of some sharing practice. This entire blog is sharing pratice and that's a solid thing considering I have a very hard time sharing anything.

First we have two of my most favorite dogs that I walk each day. They are my morning run in the park dogs. I love them. Yes, they're Shelties. Yes, I love Shelties. F U. Kirby is the younger of the two and oh so fresh. Simon is an old timer but he still runs with the biggest and barks way to much for his own good. I think he's rad though. I'm also convinced he's deaf. Not in a he doesn't listen way, more in the he can't hear anymore due to age kind of thing.

Kirb-dirb


Simon


Simon is the only other dog that really gets the ball other than Charlie and that says something to me since he's more than half the other dogs in years. Seriously, he's that in shape older guy.


And since I am easily bored and need to do about seventeen things at once while thinking about the seventeen to come later on after these are semi done, I started just fooling around and got two very neat pictures. This first one is the beautiful sun that went away. But check out the black spot in the center of it. It's obviously a spaceship looking for cows. PROOF!


Then there's the shot that was mistakenly taken before the camera was fully focused. It only caught the shadows but in a very cool way. It's Simon in the picture.


That's all I have for now. I have been enjoying early nights and I am going to stick with it. Although... There is a pet store going out of business and I am thinking about getting another society finch so Malcolm will have another of his kind in the dwelling. The spice finches have each other and the zebra finches have each other and Malcolm has... well, Malcolm. Since the society finches are like half off I might grab one and quarantine the shit out of it just to be sure. We'll see. I also might not. I'm fickle like that.

Last but not least Jimmy went into a vinyl graphics place which presented a red flag. Clearly he thought this was waaay less funny than we did...

Is it the entire dead squirrel? I want heads mostly... I get off on jaw bones and teeth

A little to the left... good... bigger pout... YES! HOLD IT JUST LIKE THAT! Yes! Oh, you're gorgeous darling! Simply fantastic!!!

Jimmy's first photoshoot is on the 20th at 3 p.m.!!! Niceness! I can finally start his portfolio just like I always knew I would!!! TEAM JIMMY!! He'll be modeling a coat for a website. The deal is, we either get to keep the photo or the coat. I want that photo so that's my first choice. However... a jacket made specifically for Jim? Come on. I am going to find out if I can keep the picture and purchase the jacket. I don't know what she's planning on doing with a jacket made exactly for Jim anyway. Maybe I am falling right into her little trap and I don't even know it. But that would mean I know it. Is that still considered a trap? Oh... my brain...

Today was an excellent day! During the morning park run I found Trying to Save Piggy Sneed by John Irving. Now John Irving is one of my favorite writers ever. JH + JI 4EVA!! Hotel New Hampshire. Need I say more? Anyway, there it was... front cover flapping in the (fucking freezing) breeze. Abandoned, lonely, confused... I couldn't let it go on and brought it home with me to be warm and of use. I haven't read it yet! Oh, the excitement mounts!! Near it was a brown and white neck warmer. Now I am not usually the type that sees clothing just lying about at the park and take it home. No really. However... I have a neckwarmer that Jim wears in the cold weather and it's dark blue. Dark blue simply is not Jim's color. Not even when you squint. And he loves his neck warmer... why not tip the fashion scale a little more in his favor? It's the least I could do.

I have a fun new plan for when I am out west. I am going to leave here pulling a small trailer behind the Jeep. In that trailer will be the belongings that don't quite fit in the Jeep along with two large dogs, two fish and me. So that'll basically be everything I own. If I decide I like moving about enough to keep it up, I will ditch the small trailer and buy the "home of my dreams" that I can drag behind me. :) I am also keeping all those gypsy people that move about in their RV's in mind. Most of them have dogs, do they not? And dogs need to be groomed, do they not? I think we all see where this is going... I just can't help but believe there are people all over looking for help with their dog in one way or another. Am I going to finally make my fortune? Only time will tell. It's clear my collection of dead things (no matter how dear they may be to me) aren't going to bring in the big bucks.

We've got the best balls!

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure
They're the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It's my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night

The balls are here. The package was opened feverishly and the balls were admired. They were tested at the local park today and I must say, I am impressed! Not only are they hard core hollow rubber but they're heavy *and* taste like mint. Okay, they taste like rubber mint. Whatever, they're a smash hit with the boys. Jimmy even played a game of ball today and that is a rarity these days. He should have a bumper sticker that reads "I'd Rather be Hunting". As soon as we get to the park he's off into the brush on the side to hunt the ratses and the mices and sometimes to even be sprayed by a skunk. It's adventure at it's best. I guess the minty tasting balls won over his savage urge to kill and destroy. Who knew? Next time I have PMS I am going to chase those things all over the place and see how it goes. :) They bounce like you wouldn't believe. They float. AND they're heavy enough that they FLY when you throw them. Why didn't I think of this sooner??

Did everyone have a satisfying Easter? Mine was interesting. I showed up late late late for lunch and the family was thrown a little. I left the boys in the truck with their meaty bones and prayed for no dog fight as both wanted the backseat. I think there is more chewing pleasure derived from the back seat. I have eaten my lunch back there, and I must say, it is a little roomier and forgiving. It all worked out wonderfully and the Jeep has that delightful smell of raw meat in it now. After lunch, desert and coffee were consumed, my brother and I went out to "walk the dogs in the woods". While at said woods my brother noticed am interesting tree and went off to investigate. It was pretty wild. One of the limbs had grown super huge but instead of snapping off, it simply accepted gravity and it's lot in life and turned towards the earth to continue growing way to large for that tree. There was not one part of the limb that was broken and the bark looked very cool the way it rotated around the limb. Trusty phone toting warrior that I am, I got out the camera phone.

Here's the limb just hanging out, by itself:


Here's an idea of how large the limb is. My brother is standing directly under it and he's about 6' 3" (maybe bigger).


Then there's always the need to climb on it and see if it can support you and put up with your shit all the while taking pictures. This leads me to the conclusion that trees have a lot in common with men. it's also kind of creepy that the further you go in these woods you slowly lose your face...



That's about it. I have love for Baka Beyond and I am not ashamed to admit it. I'm also kind of digging Damien Rice but that's a little harder to admit. I wish Feist would just get on with it all ready and release all their new songs to iTunes for crying out loud. One of my projects is going to be to take all of my CD's and download them onto my laptop. This is going to take a while but I am ready and willing. It might happen on a Sunday. Ahhh... lazy Sundays, you do me so good.

Out like a what??

The dwelling is clean, the fish have water, I am about to water the plants and all of this with darker, shorter hair! Okay, supposedly this is "medium hair" but to someone like me, it's short. I like it. I expected it to be more one length with the whole layer thing going on but I like what happened so that's cool. The part I like the most is that I can flip the bottom and it's in a little "U" going away from my neck. For Easter I am going to try and turn my whole head into an opposite U do. It should be interesting at the very least. Ahh Easter... Since I am family girl I will be dressing up for the holiday. I got out of going to church which NEVER happens so dressing pretty is something I feel like I should do. Oh back it up... I got out of church because of Charlie. I love this dog more every day, seriously. Since he's a tad high strung and my grandparents will be joining us for lunch (I refuse to call a meal at 2 p.m. dinner thank you very much) I am expected to run the shit out of him so he can be a good dog while joining the festivities. This could be total bullshit as I know my grandparents don't like dogs, so the boys might have to wait in the truck while they are there. It's cool, they're gypsy dogs and I have gotten some majorly tasty bones for them to enjoy while waiting for the anti dog people to split. I might even run them again while waiting for the haters to leave anyway... While on the subject of Easter, is no one else creeped out by the whole pedophile who dresses up like a huge white rabbit and hides treats for the kids to find on the day originally for a guy that rose from the dead deal? Don't even get me started on the fat man that runs a midgit sweatshop just to do a whole nights worth of B&E's get near small children who think he's okay due their parents lying to them.


My two super aggressive Bob's found a home! YAY CL! Some Indian guy (as in dot, not woo woo) came by and picked them up. He has two females he's going to add them to. This couldn't be any better since my little guy comes across like he'd have not one issue rocking his own harem. Lucky little bastard. Hopefully his girl can deal. The baby is looking more and more unlike a baby. The spice finches have decided Malcolm should have every single egg in the place. When Bob lays infertile eggs on the bottom of the cage, the spice finches pick them up and bring them to her. Then I take them all out and put them on the bottom of the cage.

The rotten news of the week was my truck doing the breakdown thing. Mid busy/main intersection. Power, no power. I don't know what it is about Boston but the people here seemed to think screaming the C word would help the situation. The so helpful uplifter of the law gave me mad attitude until I gave more and yelled, "I'm not doing this on purpose Mr. Police Officer Sir!" and then things cooled right down and he pushed me out of said intersection. I had Happy Dog come and get the rest of the crew (once he answered the phone that is) that needed dropping off and rang good old much value AAA. The woman said they probably couldn't take the dogs. Being at the end of my rope I asked if didn't I have the edge here considering I am the dog lover with money for the tow. Apparently she deals with this type of shit a lot because with grace and kindness she said she'd ask what could be done. Ended up there was a dog lover tow truck driver!! He shows up and gets the truck running. YAY! I drove off towards my mechanic and broke down mid main/busy intersection for the second time that day. Luckily the coasting gods were with me this time and I just got through it, coming to a stop next to the sidewalk right at the end of the curb and totally in the way of traffic. Again. But this time in a I'm an asshole stopped right in front of a "no parking sign" kind of way. Did I mention it was rush hour? Lots of C's tossed about and this time some horns were thrown in as an added bonus. I called AAA back and played BrickBreaker until the same guy arrived. Boy was I glad to see him... again. We all jumped into the tow truck and headed to the mechanics. This is how I figured out what type of dog Charlie is. I have never given him the stable label. He's basically the person that loses it and rocks back and forth banging his head on the wall to make it all go away. The truck ride was awesome with Jimmy sprawled across the seat, head in the drivers lap and Charlie freaking the fuck out while sitting on the floor between my knees. He appeared totally calm but when you looked closely (or said his name) it was clear he was anything but calm. What a basket case. He's so my type of dog. :) Oh and by the way, the wires in my truck are "all crazy" but fixed to the point that the truck runs. Not only that, but my radio works again as well. Music to my ears in entirety.

The new earrings that are the correct size are here. I can finally put in my orbits. It's the little things. Since I am an online wonder when regarding fun items I found a new ball for Charlie and these might be the ones that last! They are the Orbee brand and industrial strength. I'm talking a five out of five on the chew-o-meter here. That IS industrial. I got us a three pack and they're on their way. I'm very excited and I hope these balls can hold up to some serious fun and games. Ha ha, as is life.


Since I am better about taking pictures with my phone than my camera but forget all about the pictures, here's the latest emptying of the phone... First, pictures of spring. Even though there's nothing lamb about it, the buds and flowers are coming on strong. I wish I could say the same about myself. :)




Then there's the power lines that I frequent. It can't be good for me but it's one of the only places I know of that I can run the dogs off leash and not bump into anyone. Being an antisocial butterfly, that equals heaven. Also, there's this massive hill I like to throw the ball for Charlie off of. I keep trying to find hills to run him on, that way he tires out faster. :) This one is so worth every second... I'm in the same place and this is him at the bottom:

And then closer to the top. Like I said, worth it.



I am a fantastic groomer and took pictures of a finished dog, so I'll share them with you. I did not, however, take a picture of the dog to begin with, so I found a picture online of how she looked before the grooming.

She's a little lighter in color, but you get the drift. Long hair, one length, no style. Here she is after (and Jim is peeking):



Were it not for dogs, my heart would be a shrivelled thing in my chest that most resembled a prune.



There is not much more to speak of other than boring every day things... oh wait, I all ready told you about those. Ha ha.