Today was the day.

Ginger got another haircut.  She was much better this time; I guess she remembered how we made over her after the last shearing when she got so mad at me.  And since she sat still, the operation was a lot quicker with a lot fewer chopped up parts.

Then, it was bath time.  For everybody.  All five of them.  I’m tired.  But they all look — and smell — a lot better.  Now, I guess, they’ll go outside and find a dead worm in the yard to rub themselves in.  I’ll never understand why dogs, with their super-sensitive noses, enjoy stinking so much.