I'm feeling like a "blog hog", so please forgive me. Today was a traumatic day for Murph (and me too). I could no longer handle the mats from the "coat change", and he could no longer handle me trying to remove them. We were both on our last nerve, and there was no way I could keep up with them. So his gorgeous coat is now in the trash at Petco. I knew this would be difficult for him, so I made poor Guinness go with him....poor guy didn't even need a grooming. The groomer was really sweet, and took it slow giving him lots of breaks when he got really upset. It took four hours, and he and Guinness were her only customers. When I brought him home, DH and I couldn't stop laughing...every time we looked at him we got hysterical. I think he knew it, and he wasn't happy with us. He looks like a "gangly teenage boy"...all he needs to complete the look is a little acne and a Taylor Swift crush. Apparently Guinness thought he was looking pretty handsome, because from the time they got home he has not stopped "humping" Murph. He's figured out that if he "lures" Murph upstairs with the tennis ball, they will get to have their "humping fest" without me putting a stop to it. I'm onto them now though. Here are some of the sad pictures of poor Murph....although I will always think he's a VERY HANDSOME DOOD.
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