Flynn chose to stick his face in the briars and thickets along the pond we walk by. After we had to shave him down a few months ago for this same issue because I never combed out each and every one of natures little presents to GoldenDoodle owners. I had to no intentions of repeating recent history. For about an hour I sat and picked each burr out of his coat. Fun times....

While he was so thrilled with me, I tried to be a dog barber as well. I view it as successful. He still has two working eyes, we can see them and no blood was shed. Scissors, for the WIN!