Did you think this was going to be a post about how mean I am to my kids?
I suppose it could be. My kids think I'm mean sometimes.
In fact, I AM mean sometimes.
But that's a different story.
This post is about how mean I am... to my poor dog.
See? Here's the before picture.
(Now imagine how miserable I would have looked if the next few months saw this slowly falling to the nothing-but-wood-floors of my house)
And I clicked a couple of shots of my complex while I was standing there with my camera...
It got into the 50's today, perfect dog shaving weather.
And behold the finished product. I don't shave his head or he'd look like a giant rat, and I don't shave his tail because he'd look like a giant squirrel. As is, he looks like a giant dog who is so cleanly shaved you could walk through my whole house and see no evidence that I own a fur-bearing canine who thinks he's a person.
And here's a couple of pictures from the Tree Lighting Ceremony on post last week. Yes, there's Christmas in Korea!