A Little Shave

We have realized the hard way that winter comes to our house 5 times a year: one time in the winter when it is supposed to come (although...yes....winter here is not like back home), and the other 4 times we have to endure Mocha's shedding every three months or so.

So we have brought him to the Vet for shaving, but - as Jo is good at numbers and money - it would be come pricey indeed if we let others whisk his fur off. So naturally I volunteered for the task of shaving him, since - how hard can it be? I have been shaving for over 20 years! I am a natural.

Here are some pics of that fateful day when I attempted to shear him like a sheep.

Ok, here is the before.....(seems calm here, right?)


Here, the little bugger takes a mug shot smirk, as if goading me, knowing that it is easy for him to twist and turn, taking advantage of the fact that this was the first time to use the damn razor and did not want to hurt him.

Next time, it will be me smirking......but anyway, I was beat. I had to call in the big guns - our new live in tenant - Peter to help control him and help with the shaving.


Now we got him, course the food snacks did help a bit...


OkFor some reason, Mocha loves fruit and we almost never have any scraps from fruit since he eats nearly everything - so those pineapple husks came in handy and lasted quite a bit of time.....especially here when I had to be careful of his butt area....


Oh yeah, zip away baby!
He does look a bit like a sheep here as well!



I am not sure if he is having fun knowing it has taken us 2 hours at this point and he has been well fed in that time or he feels much lighter.....prolly both...



And a little under the legs for good measure.

Ok, Mocha, who's smirking now!?