Date: 12 July 2009 Sunday
Back to the groomer.
FF is number 1, XX at number 5.
XX’s turn at the groomer’s table.
Standing still…
Do you think she can see us?
Groomer went out to serve customers, leaving XX alone on the table.
Waiting for groomer to return. So ä¹–.
FF at the other end of the room, waiting for his turn.
Poor dog had all his fur shaved off.
Golden Retriever with a pink nose lying on the floor.
My face was pinned against the glass window until JR pulled me out of the place.
Spotted the Vivocity Drummer Boys.
I’m back to the groomer’s shortly after while JR continued with his window shopping.
This is not XX. Wonder where they kept her.
It’s FF’s turn! FF was afraid of the scissors and was unable to stay still.
Groomer had a hard time holding onto him.
FF sitting down finally… but in a awkward manner. So cute.
Back home. Dinner time!
Fighting for food. I didn’t starve them! They were fighting for the “treats” that I added into their food.
XX wanted more.
More treats? Give me your hand!
Contented…
Time for a nap.