Once there was a dog.
He was getting on a bit, and the vagaries of life left him in an animal shelter. He was not amused.
A family found the dog, took him home and loved him with all their hearts. They learned his wee ways. He learned to trust them.
They developed new routines to accomodate each other. The family went for walks, and stopped watching swimming on tv.
There was something, however. Something that they never quite got round to doing. They talked about it, meant to organise it, but never did.
Eventually, it was too much. An appointment was made.
We’ve been to the groomer. Jake has shrunk considerably. We are most amused.