The Fringe . . .

Before, after, and what the heck’s going on back there . . .
 
 
Biskit had a haircut this afternoon.  After his wash and blow dry his fringe, which was already covering his eyes were now a big bush.  There were better shots of the fringe with his eyes out of sight, but this one with Cath seeing to his rear portions was the shot I just had to use.
 
As ever not happy with the occasional tremble, but as soon as it was all over Biskit is asking for the treats.
 
On this morning’s walk Biskit met a new friend (see extra) – a nine month old 30kg puppy by the name of Benson.  Benson decided that I was the best thing since sliced bread and kept hurtling back to me.  Unfortunately his idea of stopping was to turn sideways in mid air and use my legs . .