It was Wooly’s Turn
Wooly had to get his teeth cleaned today. I sure am glad it’s not me. Mom took him early this morning, so I just slept until she got back. Maybe I’ll go with her this afternoon when she picks him up from the vet. I doubt it, though, it is still very windy and a little on the coolish side for me. Hilde looked and looked for Wooly this morning; she hadn’t groomed him yet. She does that every morning–beats me why. When I try it, all I get is a mouthful of hair. She probably knows something I don’t. She is a lot older than I am, you know.
