Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday afternoon . Wilf gets groomed . Reluctantly . In fact extremely reluctantly. The process accompanied by a medley of highly theatrical moans and groans . An Oscar winning performance . After twenty minutes of brushing and combing he's beginning to look like a PON. Twenty minutes later, following a quick walk to the fire hydrant , he's regained his wild , pre-groomed , look . A final roll on his back in the grass and all pretence at finesse has gone . He falls happily asleep, twigs and moss poking out of his fur. As old PON's know : ' Appear as you are. Be as you appear '. Roast Chicken with his dinner kibbles . One happy , if scruffy, family fellow .