My Festive Groomings

This morning started well.  
The Wretched One had made a fresh batch of chicken jerky.

Then I got the surprise of my life when I realised that I was to be properly groomed, for the first time ever.  There were scissors, and funny looking other scissors, and clippers, a slicker brush and a sparkly comb, all of which were applied to various parts of my bod and more specifically, my dreadlocks.  

I was tolerably good.
And now I look fabulous.

Thank you to to Sarra Dellou, who survived the experience with aplomb!

And then the kindly Mister took me for a spot of hill walking, from which I returned unmuddied.