This poor little dog.
She loves farm life.
But it does not love her coat.
I took my beloved canine beasties for a quick walk before hoping to fit in a ride with Java. We went all the way to the pond (the pregnant lady needs to stay active if I want to fit into my breeches next summer), and I'm watching Mackie and Bandy having their usual fun.
As Bandy is running back towards me, I see stuff on her. I'm thinking, whoa, that's a lot of wildlife animal feces you just rolled in, I'll get the bath ready... but realize, I WISH it was skunk poop... it's BURRS!
Wahhhhhhhhhhh. Bye bye ride, hello scissors:
The photos don't quite show the severity of this disaster. Her undercoat is matted, no hope to brush this stuff out. Poor little girl is sporting a funky haircut for now... I'll make her look less mangy tomorrow. I'm exhausted now!