... can have disastrous consequences.

So I take the wolf to the groomer's today to get her summer haircut done.

My last instructions to them: "Please don't put perfume on her. She doesn't like it and Cat tries to kill her when she smells it. Also, please don't put a little bow in her hair like you usually do. It damages her reputation as the toughest canine in the suburb and she slams her head into the carpet then skids along upside down trying to get rid of it."

A few hours later I pick her up. From a different staff member.

Yes, I pick up a wolf who smells like she was at ground zero of a Chanel factory explosion.

And who has a little Christmas bow in her hair.

Do you have any idea how many German Shepherd throats are going to have to be ripped out now so that she can reassert her authority as the local tough canine, do you?

Don't let the doleful expression fool you. That's just over 4kg of sheer canine terror on 4 legs right there.

(Artistically this is not a great shot, doubly so coming off a phone camera. It's just one for my personal posterity.)