The Fur's A' Flyin'

It's hot.  I don't have enough non-broiling-hot hours in the day to groom animals.

So, Pearlie got a haircut.  I don't claim to be a doggie hair stylist.

And, since I suddenly turned into Edward Scissorhands, minus the talent, Edward was not spared.  This is what happens around here when you let your hair turn into felt.  Either that, or male pattern baldness.

"hmmph"