Anyway, it costs far more to get him groomed these days, and so a spa trip is a rare and special occassion for Olaf and he knows it.
Here he was yesterday morning, pre-grooming session, not even making eye contact, knowing he wasn't presentable. When I opened the door and urged him into the car, he wagged for all he was worth and squeezed himself into the minivan. I think if they could put his hair in rollers and paint his nails, he'd be thrilled.
And now for the big reveal.....
I give you Mr. October,
happily posing for his photo shoot.
He's expecting a call from Westminster.
Glowing with pride, he strikes a regal pose on our hill.
Someone knows he's lookin' good.