Hunter with all the trimmings

Couple weeks ago it finally got warm enough for Hunter's summer haircut, time to lose all of the wonderful light gray on his flanks and mantle (Michele calls him a silverback.) The summer we lived back East is when I first tried clipping him. I'd worried that it might break down the texture of his wonderful shaggy-wiry coat. but with care in cutting, it's grown back perfectly each year.

He looks so sleek afterward, and it happened that I had cut the grass the same day, which Hunter really gets a kick out of. So a huge case of the sillies ensued - he flung himself to the ground again and again and frapped about the yard generally.