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This is before I trimmed Emily's face on Saturday:
[Hairy faces fit in everything]
Puppy cut, after:
[Mommy scalped me]
When I washed her mouth and paws in the sink, her burp smelled like farts. heh.

Puppy cut, after:

Of course, after she got a bath, and we realized the sheer critical extent of her matting, I ended up shaving half the fur off her left hind leg. H. really has to sit squirmy puppy down every evening and run a brush through her, no matter how bitey Emily is.
*At the tail end of today's walk, H&M spotted some other dog's dried up poo, attracting 3 dozen flies in the corner of the parking lot. We go, "Oh Yuck, some people" and walk on, not realizing for 1 whole minute that the reason Emily's not following us, is that she's stopped and EATEN IT ALL UP.
OH YUCK.When I washed her mouth and paws in the sink, her burp smelled like farts. heh.