Baby dog went to the groomer today (hey, I’m training for an Ironman, my time isn’t what it used to be). They love him there and do a GREAT job with his coat (no trimming!!!!!) so I trust them. So much so, that I drive 120 miles total to have it done (really: 30 miles to the groomer to drop him off, 30 miles home, 30 miles back to pick him up, 30 miles home).
Adult color is starting to come in, slowly, and he’s getting darker.
Max…um…really likes Stanley when he comes back from the groomer. He smells *special.* LOL (I think he feels the need to re-establish his dominance since Stan has had a spa day without him)