We're not fancy folk and our dogs aren't fancy pooches. On the rare occasion that our dogs get a trim (by us...seriously NOT fancy) and their attitude shifts to the "I am SO fancy" persuasion and they look at us with an "I could sure use some bows and nail polish" gaze in their eyes, we slap an old tie dyed T-shirt on 'em and wrap up the loose bit with a hair tie.
Then they look at us with gratitude.
"That was close, mom...I don't know what came over me."
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