Hot dog.
We've always talked about shaving Zoe down for the long, hot summer. This year we finally did it. When they picked her up from the groomer the boys were thrown WAY off. For most of the day, they were completely convinced that we'd traded Zoe for a newer, svelter, and smaller dog. By the time I got to them, Luke had wised up -- but Silas remained unconvinced.
(For reference, here's Zoe in full-on Loreal mode from a few years ago.)
