We waited wa-a-a-a-ay too long for Bea to get her winter haircut; indeed, it doesn’t count as a winter cut at all, any more.
But she looks much more presentable, and probably a lot more comfortable, as well.
Pippa and I saw a gopher (or maybe a beaver, not sure) on our way to pick Bea up, which led us to speculate about what the groomers would have had to do to the matted, shaggy fluffball we left behind. To our gratified surprise, the groomer praised Bea for her good behavior, and displayed a dog who looked a lot less like an R.O.U.S. than we expected.