Saturday was a no-good-very-bad day (but Sunday was fun)

To be fair, Saturday started out as a lovely day. Dad took us to meet up with some doggie friends. It had rained the night before, so there were plenty of good, dead worms to roll in!! Boatey found a great spot and guarded it fiercely--she would even let our buddy Joey (a pom) near it! He was smart to leave--Boatey's mouth is larger than his entire body.

Then, something awful happened. The hoomans decided we needed groomed. Boatey is finally learning that grooming does not equal death. She looks lovely in her new do:



My story does not have such a happy ending. Now, I do not mind the clippers, but I detest the scissors. There is simply no reason that those horrible things need ever come near my face. However, as I tried for the one-hundredth time to let my parent know that I HATE scissors--well, the most awful, dreaded, horrible event happened. Mum's hand slipped as I was tossing my head in disgust. I went from this magnificient, gorgeous, beautiful 'dale with tremendous scruffles:




To this:



Now, Mum claims it needed to look like this because at least this look is even. I am almost so humiliated that I don't want to leave the house. Almost.

On Sunday evening, the hoomans coaxed us out of the house with the promise of a hike. We adore hiking. This was just a quick hike on some off-leash trails at a park in town.





However, it wasn't very busy, so we could play chase.





And we got loads of pets along the way!



Also, near the end of the loop is a delightful waterhole.



So, as you can see, this weekend was like an oreo. The outsides were good, but the middle was something entirely different.

Cheers,
Sadie (who cannot wait for her hair to grow back).