'Tis the season of hair cut

I am waiting for the arrival of Uncle Richard, my magic groomer.

The weather is still unbelievably hot these days.
And the rain...almost on a daily basis...
I am always so sweaty.
And mummy is wary of ticks, though I have not gotten any tick before.

A last look at my wire hairs.


Ta-da...

A brand new look (again)

Hot weather!

Uncle Richard jokingly said I look like a 5-year old, instead of a 7-year old now.

I love the green green grass.
And with the short hair, I will not be so sweaty anymore.