Oh, dear.
I mean…oh, dear. Poor guy. Poor, naked, little guy. And the sad little remaining poof on his tail. I just…can’t. (As a reminder, this is his usual look.)
Lucy and Virgil have an unfortunate habit of munching on each others’ ears and legs, and apparently (I learned this from the dog groomer) saliva acts as a sort of glue, making snarls much, much worse and much, much harder to get out. We’re pretty good about brushing him, but as he got fluffier and fluffier our dinky plastic brush stopped being up to the task (I’m picking up a hardier one today)…and…well…
He got shaved.
Like I said: Oh, dear.
After the jump, a heretofore-unpublished shot of Virgil from earlier this summer (in appreciation of his plight).
