When Chico's ears are down like that, he is not happy. He doesn't like to see my camera because sometimes it flashes.
The photo below was better because he wasn't thinking about the camera anymore. No flash this time.
Check out how Olive stuck out her arm on the chair to protect her territory.
It was another hot day here. Chico, Olive and I sat around in the house most of the afternoon. I kept the back door open so we could see the garden. Chico got a haircut this morning and he looks much more comfortable now. Maybe I won't have to mop my floors so often. I mop them one day and the next day dog hairs are everywhere. No more of that for awhile. I was cleaning everything around him until finally I went directly to the source.
Funny what I was willing to do to keep Chico from the trauma of going to the vet's for a haircut. He hates even walking past the vet's office. He forces me to walk on the other side of the street from it a block before we get near it. So I was washing my sheets every three days, mopping the floors every day, cleaning everything daily. Then I looked at him and said "Enough, you have to get a bath and a hair cut." I felt guilty as I dragged him into the office but it was time. He seemed happy after the ordeal was all over and maybe now I won't have to clean as often. Olive does a good job of cleaning herself and I wouldn't want to tangle with her claws. They hurt! No wonder Chico stays away from her.