|I think this is my better side!|
Then the groomer turned the clipper on. I sniffed it. I sat very close to Mary while the clipper buzzed. It touched me all over, but didn’t cut my hair. I got treats and petted. More buzzing, and a little bit of hair trimmed on my chin. I growled. More buzzing and touching, more treats.
When I got off the table, I got a new squeaky toy! And more treats. Now I’m back home, full of treats, and totally exhausted. One side of my beard is shorter. I’m not sure it improves my looks.