Fred is in dire need of grooming.
I’ve been doing my best to brush his long fur each night.
But, I admit, it’s not easy to brush him for any length of time with my left hand.
(And, I absolutely can’t trim him with one hand.)
Fred’s headed to the groomer for a full bath, and trim.
He’s not very excited about leaving me for most of the day.
I just can’t bare to look at his scraggly, scruffy, ears one more day.
Fred feels despondent at the thought of leaving me.
I know, when he comes home he’ll be prancing around proudly.
He’ll hold his head high, puff out his chest, and walk with a Newfie swagger.
Fred always knows when he’s looking sharp!