Patches

It has been a full week people - SpongeBob parties (more on that later), walking tours of my home town (lots of history there!)  upholstering my new bench (pictures to come - it's not quite ready yet) and front door painting (almost done!)

In between all that we managed to wash and shave our oldest dog Chauncey. Baxter goes to the groomers, because he's harder to do with all that long hair but, quite frankly, I wouldn't trust Chauncey with the groomer. 

He's a bit, um, unmanagable shall we say....

 Now - I should warn you that the pictures you are about to see are disturbingly funny in an "Oh, that poor, poor dog" kinda way. 

You see, Chauncey - much to our dismay - is getting older.  He has this coat of sleek black hair, but - as we discovered - it's only black on top.  So as we shaved him...well....see for yourself....

Poor dog looks like he's got a disease....

As the girls said "You ruined him!!"

 

And yes - he was shaved evenly.  Unfortunately, his hair color was not as evenly disbursed.

Poor Chauncey has been walking around with head hung, and everytime I got my camera out he ran and hid.  I think we ruined his self esteem.

That may have been from me bursting into laughter everytime he walked by me, but I'm not sure...