Dash

Dash’s hair is always the last thing I want to deal with. Last week I couldn’t take it anymore and I shaved his face myself. haha oh my it was so bad! I took him to get a haircut and since I hadn’t brushed him in a while, he had to be shaved all the way down. He looks like a different dog now, but at least I don’t have to worry about brushing him for a while.

My mom took Dash back up to Big Bear when they went the day after Christmas. He wanted to stay outside most of the time. Then when it was time to go home he refused to get into the car. Haha these are the pics she sent me.

“Dash wants to stay outside”

“The car is loaded and we’re ready to leave and Dash will not come!” haha this is a picture of Dash refusing to come when called because he knows he has to get into the car.