I am still learning lots of things about having a small dog in my life. My previous four legged family member was an 80 pound basset hound, named "Max", who went to the groomer twice a year, simply because it was a bit of a chore to get him into the bathtub. Ok, maybe chore is a bad word. Nearly impossible might be more accurate.

Enter the 8 pound wonder, who entered the groomers looking like this...

bhunter

And came out of the groomer looking like this....

p.vallon

I think that the groomer did an amazing job, I am just left to wonder where the rest of my dog is...