Yesterday I had enough of my stinky smelly dog and decided to go my yearly shaving of her. The first time I did it, the decision took weeks. Because part of what I love most about my beautiful English Springer Springer is her lovely coat with the feathering and her long ears. But with how hot it gets here and how much she loves to play in the mud with the kids and how much I love to have a clean dog, I decided that shaving her down once a year would make her and I much happier.
Every time I shave her down I feel like I'm shearing a sheep. The clippers I have are incredible and they cut so well, it's practically like a hot knife cutting through butter. She was do happy afterwards, she did a little happy dance. And Milo (our cat) loved playing in the pile of fur afterwards which meant I had to race her in getting it cleaned up. Today though I found that she still managed to steal a few hair balls because I found them hidden in the family room.
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