Phew, it’s hot – sizzling in our town on the coast of north east England so mum decides it’s time for me to lose my shaggy sheep look with a clsoe trim.
She tied me up in the shade and set to – neither of us could believe how much fur had grown since the last trim at the beginning of July. There was enough to knit a woolly jumper! The last ones are me lazing in the pub as mum eats a Sunday roast. I got one or two titbits – but neither of us liked the kale…
Dogwuff! 