There comes a time in a lot of puppies’ lives when they have to experience a little chill. It’s a time when their hair is too matted, causing bits of the world to cling to their tangled mass of fur. That time is usually in accordance with the weather. It’s preferable, after all, to lose one’s hair when the weather is warm. Sometimes, however, the unavoidable happens and clipping comes as the cold arrives. Like today.
There is some disagreement around how they look. Other people in this house lament the loss of their locks, claiming they now have skinny, stick legs. I prefer them shorn. They feel like velvet and are less likely to drag stuff around with them.
This is especially true of Emma. Because she is almost constantly chasing balls or sticks around the garden, through the long grass perimeters, she invariably brings back seeds, twigs, leaves and small shrubs attached securely to her body.
The almost constant running does mean she keeps warm.
There is, of course, the incessant shivering by Freya though this is nothing that can’t be fixed by putting a blanket over her as she sleeps. In fact, I reckon she loves the fact that she doesn’t get too hot beneath the woollen embrace.
Maybe it’s because she looks like a lamb and it feels like she’s cuddling up to her mother.
So, yes, the girls went to the groomer in Vagnhärad today, for an essential trim. The last time was in Lymington, back in March. I realise that is too long to go without a haircut, though it is equally true of me. My last one was also in Lymington. In February.
The woman who cut them said they were perfectly well-behaved and a joy to work on. I told her they were now a joy to behold as well. Of course, as I already wrote above, not everyone agrees with me. But I don’t care. For me, they are both perfect.
Well, almost.
It’s important to note that Freya is not shivering uncontrollably in the above photograph. She is just terrible at posing. Other than that, she’s pretty close to perfect.
