
Posing for the camera....
This is my babydog, Holley. I am so very...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... Mom took her to have her hair cut at the same groomer she has been going to since she was...oh...6 months old. I used to work for this groomer, washing dogs. Holls was the "poodle shop dog" forever, she stayed in the shop with me every day and greeted customers. My Mom told the groomer to give her the usual haircut, but all the way down since it had been so hot and humid. SHE CUT MY DOGS EARS OFF. K, her ears were almost a foot long, they were close to the ground and very curly...and no one ever cut them. ever. Now she looks like a cockerhound. Bless. She is so embarrassed!

Giving my best "blinkie blinkie blinkie" I'm-innocent-love-me-look...it works.
Where to start about her...hmmm...she is 15 years old. She is one of the most well-behaved dogs ever, she minds everything we say (um, if it suits her, of course...). She understands English. She is a cockapoo, heavy on the poo. Yep, mostly poodle. And we all know a poodle's disposition...needless to say she rules the roost. She even ruled when I lived in Tennessee, although my Hannah (chow) tended to disagree with her on occassion and sling her around like a ragdoll when I wasn't looking. (poor wog) Oh yes, "wog". This is my name for small, bratty dogs in general. Pekes, cockers, poodles, yorkies, etc. They are a grouping all unto themselves...and don't mess with them. The house is kept according to them in most cases....all for the comfort of the wog. I love my woggie, she is my heart.