Extreme close up!
I think I will clip my dog this long weekend, he's starting to get kindof shaggy.

This picture was from his last "before clip" back in March, but his fur is getting long again.

Mmm, a shave! How utterly exciting! Less exciting it is for Quincy who pretty much only tolerates the whole procedure. My co-workers laugh at me each time I tell them I have a naked boy at home. God, I wish..well, maybe not. But, a pool boy would be a nice addition for a couple of days. Unfortunately, he would have to share the bed (if there happens to be room - Quincy's a bit of a bed hog). Wait, I got off on a tangent didn't I..sorry about that.

Anyways, back to the mundane task of clipping my dog. I do a pretty good job usually, except for last time he was PRETTY NAKED. The plastic head you clip OVER the actual clipper broke off so I went commando on him and clipped him without it. He wasn't totally naked, but pretty damned near close.

I decided to do this myself from now on as it was getting pretty expensive to have him clipped every three months...55 dollars each time! And, to top it all off, because he is so very needy (but this is all part of his charm) I can't very well leave him at the groomers..god forbid he would freak out and cry and cry and cry....and cry (yes, he has me whipped pretty bad). So, I used to get a mobile groomer to come to my house and do it. I didn't appreciate the fact that she insisted to bring her own smelly dog (yeah, a GROOMER, having a smelly dog, go figure) into my house too. I love dogs, but this thing - a yorkshire terrier/rat cross was just plain icky. I watched her, and because Quincy got used to it, I tried myself.

My first attempt, was an experience to say the least. I have to give Quinceman credit though, he tolerated the whole thing rather well. I could just hear him thinking, "Are you done yet, are you done yet, can we get a pool mom, are you done yet??". So, imagine if you will, a show poodle, clipped to it's highest ridiculousness, and Quincy, all patchy in places and too short in others. A show clip poodle on acid. I'm sure that while he was out with his Grraaamma walking, all the other dogs in the neighbourhood were snickering, saying "Man, jeez, did your owner pay for that clip or did she attack you with a weed whacker?"

Thankfully I've gotten better over time. Since it's been pretty hot here, I'm going to clip him. I will have to be careful as I still have no plastic clipper thingameboober and if I'm not careful, my poor deary little Quincy will become my little Quincy deer.
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Hi Everyone, Quincy here.

I managed to convince my mom that she needed to type something from me occasionally too. She's better at typing than me, so I'm just dictating. I tried typing but I can't figure out which toe to put on which key. And mom doesn't like it when I drool on the keyboard.

Ah, here I am at our city's 2006 SPCA Dog Jog this past weekend. Mom's co-workers and friends helped us raise $340 dollars for our local Humane Society! It was sure hot, but I managed to find some shady spots to stretch out in. I love to roll in the grass and I especially like the cool grass on my tummy..See my cool bandana? A nice lady at a dog food booth gave it to me! I had fun and there were a whole lot of dogs there! I even got a goodie bag with cookies, a new collar, a book, and a new portable travel bowl! I'm so lucky!

Welcome to "Loves a superdog!"

A good friend suggested I try this whole "Blogger" thing. So here goes. Yes, I love a dog. Actually rather obsessed with him. He's cute, fluffy and hilarious. Get me talking about my dog and I'll ramble on for hours. The tendency of people getting a glazed look on their faces during my rambles happens, but rarely. My co-workers love him, and he's the darling of the neighbourhood.

He is Quincy, aka "Mr. Squishy Pants". I'll go into that nickname later.

He makes me laugh, but he is the NEEDIEST dog I have ever known. I had to kennel train him as he suffers a bit from separation anxiety. He cries when I leave and it breaks my heart every time. But if I didn't kennel him he would literally EAT my walls. He's been known to do it! He is lucky as he's never alone for more than 3 hours as his intrepid Grrraaamma takes him out for walks every day.

How can you not LOVE that face?