While we were enjoying our time in Dallas this weekend, Harley was gettin' a haircut and boarded at the vet. I had the husband drop him off Saturday morning. I didn't want to be the bad guy. He was not a happy camper. We picked him up Sunday afternoon. The vet tech brought him out and my first words were, "Harley, what did they do to you!"
He was so excited, he didn't even care they emasculated him. But once he got over his initial happiness, I could tell he was quite upset. It took forever for him to look at me to get a picture.
Doesn't he look so dejected. Poor guy. In the 12 1/2 years we've had him, don't think he's ever had a bow in his hair. Polka dots just don't go with his spiked collar.