Oliver had a haircut not too long ago, but he was due again. He was shedding all over the house and rolling in the dirt outside. Just look at that filthy dog
The other day we had to cut a chunk of lost Silly Putty out of his coat.
Oliver doesn't love having his hair cut, but he tolerates it. (Much more than he tolerates me photographing him.) It is key though to take him outside as soon as he is done, or he'll whiz all over the floor. The vibration of the clipper must do something for him.
As a reward for sitting through his haircut like good doggy, he and the Gardener played catch.
Who says only little dogs are cute?