Meet the groomers

Well, my parents didn't buy the punk rocker thing.

So today I went to the groomers -- this is Frank. He's very nice.


Yo, Frank, dude!

Perhaps you should use some clippers rather than just trying to yank out the hair. ;-)


Oh, you were just checking me out.

And now I'm getting all of the dreck removed from my long hair.

Hey, don't blame me -- I'm a dog. I'd say that falls on the ol' 'rents.


Awww, I'm all done now.

And here is the other half of the dynamic grooming duo. Say hi to Sabina.

Boy, I'm a clean and neat boy now!