Bertie: I hate haircuts in winter. I'm all shivery.
Oliver: At least your legs have some fur left on them.
Bertie: That's what happens when you get matted fur. Some of those matts were the size of your head.
Oliver: But now everyone is calling me skinny legs.
Bertie: It's just your imagination, skinny legs. No one is calling you that.
Oliver: I'm going to lie close to the fire. And I'm not going to share.
Bertie: Don't roast yourself too much, skinny legs.
It's alright, as dogs we don't recognise the dog in the mirror, so we get to laugh at it more now!
Puppy kisses
Sasha
Posted by: Sasha | June 30, 2009 at 06:05 AM
Hmm, it's summer where I live. I like it better when I'm warm.
Posted by: Oskar | July 09, 2009 at 09:27 AM