So, do you remember the big, tough Labrador I was telling you about? Here he is, freshly bathed, modelling the latest in wet-puppy chic: The reason he looks so concerned is I just asked him if he wanted me to trim his claws.
Doc, realizing that his mother has a twisted and occasionally inappropriate sense of humor, returns to his Kong in peace and refuses to pay attention to her for the rest of the evening.
This post is dedicated to my brother Nick who, when asked what he thought of my blog, succinctly said the words in the title. Eloquently said, little bro.