Okay, so here's the deal...Brian has been telling me for weeks now that it's time to cut Daijo's hair. I just haven't been able to commit. He's been so dang cute with all that hair in his face. Yesterday at puppy class, the teacher totally called me out and told me I had to get him trimmed. Ouch. Her points were valid, I guess. With all the hair in his eyes, he could miss something and get hurt - it's a safety concern no matter how adorable it is.
I give. Time for a hair cut.
Because Brian is a million times more courageous than I, he decided that we could do the haircuts ourselves. Whoa. I can't put into words how nervous I was about making both of our beautiful boys look ridiculous, but holy cow, they both came out looking so dang cute.
I'll get a better picture of Daijo later this week; the experience made him really tired. He wasn't too enthused that I then pulled the camera out in his face. (At least you can see his eye now, though even with his poopy expression!)