George is 11 years old. Each summer, he tends to get mats and knots in his fur. Sometimes I can cut them out and he manages to remove the rest. I use a trimmer and I put him in the tub so he cannot gain traction on anything. This year, he fought me on it, so I took him to the vet's and they shaved him down. What was funny was that the evening before I took him in, he hopped in the tub and looked up at me as if to say "let's do it now."
I still took him in.
They closed the salt mine at noon today. Yesterday there was a power failure in the late afternoon and today, while there was electricity, the air conditioning was FUBAR. It is 90degF outside; being in an enclosed building while wearing a long lined skirt was not my idea of fun, even it the pantyhose and heels came off hours before that. So I came home.
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