Nico's first real haircut was badly timed to fall on the first day of Pennsylvania's most recent brutal cold snap. So not only does he have to wear a fleecy coat--he has to be photographed in it. And that photograph has to be shared on my blog, for--I hope--your viewing amusement.
Neeks may look a bit undignified, but take my word for it: he smells like a flowerbed. And under that coat, his newly shorn fur feels and looks like velveteen, only increasing his resemblance to a stuffed toy.
While I miss his luxurious curls and his pompadour, I'm loving this new and spiffy little dog, even if he does seem a bit miffed about his makeover.