In preparation for her upcoming surgery, Cleo got a shave. We figured that since we had already found 5 mast cell tumors, there were bound to be more, and I wanted to make sure we identified all of them before going under the knife.
mama. i don't look all that different, do i?
I got a loud, long round of laughter from our groomer when I made that appointment, but she did an excellent job. And, it's a darn good thing we did, because of course we discovered a few more lumps for our vet to inspect during surgery. insert wild wailing and thrashing about by the mama
she looks like a baby goat
I've read of some shaving their pugs to spare them from the dead heat of summer, and I can see why. Miss Cleo requires at least one sweater at all times to keep from shivering.
u could turn up the heat to 90 instead
Oh, Cleo, my baby girl.