The Saturday before last (11/22), I went to go see Micky Dolenz in concert. Yes, it was at some random casino in the wilds of Indiana, and yes, I had to go by myself because Scott refused, but I still had a lot of fun. Especially afterward, when he came out to sign autographs and:
This past week, Scott and I went to his aunt and uncle’s house in Kansas City for Thanksgiving. I didn’t take any pictures while we were there, but we had a great time and ate way too much delicious food, although the drive back was crappy. We were really glad to get back.
We boarded the dogs while we were gone, and had told them to give the dogs baths before we picked them up on Monday. They called us on Monday morning to say that Streets had a few mats in his fur that they couldn’t get out (we’re terrible parents, I know) and that they’d have to give him a haircut in order to bathe him, so we said sure, why not.
Here’s how Streets looks when left to his own devices:
Here’s what we picked up:
I think the girl who brought him out thought I was upset, because when she saw my reaction, she said “Someone told you they were going to do this, right!? It’ll grow back!” At first, I didn’t quite believe that they had given us the right dog, but once he demonstrated that he was himself (he ran outside and puppy-squatted, then jumped into the car and hid his head under the seat. Yeah, definitely the same dog), I was really happy with it. He looks cute and the short hair will be easy to take care of, and he actually smells nice for once. Jamie didn’t get a haircut, but was adorably fluffy after her bath:
… Separated at birth?
I let Streets sleep on the bed last night, because he was clean and for some reason he really wanted to (it normally doesn’t interest him). NEVER AGAIN. He is a giant space hog. Not to be confused with Spacehog.