Grandma strolled over this afternoon while we were working in the yard blowing leaves, picking up odds and ends and doing our basic spring clean-up. Seizing the opportunity for a break, we sat on the porch and admired the beautiful day. While sitting on the porch, she noticed our dog, Pal, had some matted hair and burrs that needed attention. Before we knew it she was calling for the scissors and dog brush and the fur was a flying, literally.
Now, this is no ordinary dog mind you, this is a Monster Dog. From our living room windows he looks like a polar bear coming down the hill. Here is a picture of his paw next to our fifteen year old daughter's hand: -
Grandma got right to work and not only did Pal sit patiently through it all, he loved it. It actually went very smoothly, except for the time he jumped up to let my brother's dog know he was still boss. Just because he was getting his hair done didn't mean he was getting girly!