Poor dogs!

The night before Dean and I left for Serbia, in the chaos that is me getting ready to leave the country, about 9:00 pm I sat on the couch to catch my breath, go over my list and see what was left to be done.

That is when I looked at my dogs.  They were in desperate need of grooming. Then I realized that while we would be gone, the back yard would thaw out. The mud...omg the mud!  I decided the dogs MUST be shaved down before we left. There I was, until 1:00 a.m. bathing three dogs and making a mess of the house by shaving down down all three of them.

 That was back in April. Sadly my dogs have been very neglected since then. Also, Zurri is getting fat. I want Zurri and me to start  a new exercise program but to be honest, I can't take her in public because she looks like a stray.

Zurri feels so much better!

She says she's ready to start working out!

Tomorrow is Dudley's turn!

mOOOOOMMM!

My big brothers warned me. "Watch out! When mom decides you're getting a haircut and there are no haircut places open, it won't matter."

It didn't start out too bad. Snipping here and there. 

And then she said a bad word, and brought out the clippers!

She mumbled about "I should know better than to touch the scissors right before a big event. "

And the next thing I know, I look like THIS!

Feels better though. I'm always hot, so this is nice and cool.

 And then it was Axel's turn.

Dates and Hair

We have a tentative appointment date in Philadelphia for next week on Thursday (2/17/11). I'm just waiting for the phone call to say it's confirmed and to go ahead and book flights.

Axel's hair has been growing really fast. I love it! I could see a little Justin Beeber-type style growing out. Still, he needed a little trim around the ears. Nothing much, just a trim.

I SWEAR on a stack of bibles I was only trying to trim it. Just a little. I used to cut my boys' hair all the time, and they even looked decent. In fact, for a long time Noah refused to let anyone but me cut his hair.

Apparently I'm out of practice.

Eventually the only thing left to do...was....well you know....Fix it.

His Papa will not be happy with me.

And then, my tactilely defensive prince put his hand on top of his head, gave it a rub, and gagged. I would too if I were him.