Sunday Morning Dawg

Last week the dog was fairly fuzzy. Hirsute.  Here's a pic of him scrounging for morsels following a grandkid birthday party.

While we're at it, another shot of him actually up on the table.  Shameless, no?  The dog's gotta find his treats where he finds them.

This week we found our groomer, who didn't answer the phone last week, and we made an appointment for the mutt.

That's a little better.  I bet that he's cooler, although his appetite for treats hasn't diminished any.  He looks like he's lost weight.