Last week Mr A gave Poppy a haircut. Yesterday it was Beki's turn. We have never had her trimmed before. I wasn't sure it would suit her, but she will be moulting soon and it's an absolute nightmare getting rid of the enormous amount of hair from furniture and carpets, so we thought we'd give it a go.
As expected, it took hours to do the job. Mr A started outside, with Beki tied up to the gatepost, stopping every so often to allow her to run around the garden. She was so patient. Eventually when darkness descended, he moved Beki to the bathroom to finish, after which I showered her. This is what Beki and Poppy normally look like.
And this is how they are now:
I don't know if it's my imagination but this removal of Beki's coat seems to have added a spring to her step. Little sign of the arthritis that has plagued her through the winter months, as she dashes around the garden.
I need a haircut too, but I'll leave that to a professional.