The dogs got haircuts yesterday. Here they are on a walk Tuesday.
And here they are yesterday afternoon, after I crept through a snowstorm at 30 mph to bring them home after work.
DH is always distressed at these times. “I don’t really like the pointy look,” he says, wincing. Lucy, however, thinks that when they are shaved down, they look like endurance athletes.
I am purely practical. I am congratulating myself for remembering to pack Toby’s winter coat and Stash’s calf jacket.
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I am enjoying being free of one of the extra jobs I took on this year. So sad: no link to the school server here at the farm! Oh dear, I can’t do the work for six days! Having this extra hour every morning feels almost like vacation. It certainly makes my days less frantic.