Spring in Colorado always seems to greet its inhabitants with one more cold front before the heat sets in to stay for the year. The coats come off and the T-shirts come out. Such is the same for the canine cousin of the family. But then she can speak for herself.

During the winter my hair grows long. I’m really proud of my pretty blonde coat of hair, even though Daddy calls me a fuzz butt. Silly Daddy!

"Wow it sure has been hot lately," I pant, "think I’ll get another cold drink of water and go lay down."

"Here, let me fill your bowl with fresh water," my Daddy master said.

"Oh thank you Daddy," I politely responded.

"That’s quite alright I know how you feel," my dandy Daddy said, "I’ve made arrangements to get you a haircut."

"A haircut," I gazed into my smiling master’s eyes, "What’s that?"

"It will make you feel a whole lot better," my Daddy said, "you had one last year."

"Whatever..., see you after my nap," I said with a sigh of unconcern.

The very next morning Daddy got up early. We went for our usual walk and then he motioned for me to get in the car. It’s lots of fun to ride in the car. I get to see and smell new things when we go for our rides.

We drove for seven hours before I began to recognize my surroundings. That’s only one-hour human time, but who’s counting. I stood up in the seat and looked at Daddy.

"We’re not going to visit those two mean sisters are we," I asked. I could tell by the look on Daddy’s face that he didn’t want to answer that question.

"Oh no..., not the sisters from hell," I remember thinking, "They always make me do something stupid."

"Now you always feel a whole lot better have you’ve had your toenails clipped and your haircut," Daddy reasoned.

"How would you like to have someone take a weird buzzing thing and cut off all the hair on your body," I pleaded? It never does any good though. That Melon-headed Daddy of mine has got a mind of his own when it comes to some things.

Daddy always leaves me alone in a room with the sister. Something about the job being easier when they don’t have to contend with a pleading dog and an annoying master. The buzzing thing comes at me while she lays me down on one side, then she turns me over and it buzzes me from the other side. It buzzes my legs, and my feet, and my back, and my tail, and my..., well it buzzes all over dang it. I could hear Daddy laughing in the hallway when the sister opened the door to let me outside. It wasn’t funny though by golly.

"Good grief, you got a whole garbage bag full of hair," Daddy told the sister, "She hardly looks like the same dog."

"I’m still not done, I’ve still got to do her toenails," the sister exclaimed, "I just needed a break from all that."

I immediately started circling the car. That’s the way I tell Daddy that it’s time to leave. He was still talking to the sister though and not paying much, or at least enough attention to me.

Then they picked up all four of my feet one at a time and snipped the ends of every single one of my claws. Finally Daddy opened the car door. I was never so glad to lay down on a back seat in my whole doggy life.