Out came the sissors for Mr. Pabu. Clip, clip, clip, clip, clip, until there was this pile of hair
(Shitzu's have hair rather than fur).
I gave him a few minutes to rest and when he tried to escape I caught him in the
hallway and out came the shears.
The Rose Print dress is hanging right in front of me and I just keep staring at it and shaking my head, "No, not today".