With rising temperatures, Bessie Anne moves from the hearth to the tile entryway, trying to find a cool spot to sleep during the heat of the day. It was time for her summer buzz cut to lose her thick winter coat (first photo). She gets a heavy ruff across her shoulders that always makes me think of the Yale collegiates during the Twenties with their raccoon coats. They were called the Boola-Boola Boys. I could not get her to look at the camera for the "after" shots. There's something about getting a haircut that creates embarrassment for a dog. As Dave said last night, now comes a week of saying, "Oh, you are so pretty!," and, "My, what a beautiful girl!," trying to rebuild her self-confidence. Actually, Bess succumbs to flattery pretty easily, and in a week she'll think it was all her idea. Now if I could just find a shearer for Poppy.
