You Snooze, You Lose

I'd be lying if I said that Duncan actually enjoys being groomed. But he's pretty good about it, and nearly always jumps up to put his front paws on the table when I ask him to, so I can boost him the rest of the way. This morning, though, he was a bit slow. And someone else jumped the queue:

Jax loves being combed! So I gave him a quick beauty treatment, which perplexed and worried Duncan. This is a dog grooming table. What is this cat doing on it? And worse - what about the treats that usually accompany grooming? Were they safe? (Yes, they were - Jax doesn't eat treats. Ever. Food, he says, means kibble, served in a proper bowl. Nothing else will do.) 

When I lifted Jax down, Duncan wasted no time in hopping up for his turn:

He looks a bit funny, because we got partway through a haircut yesterday before we had to make a run to Cambridge to take Grandma's cat to the vet (she's fine - a much better diagnosis than we feared). So parts of him are looking quite lovely, but his face and legs are still shaggy.

Duncan's Deck's Done! *

Well, after being held up by several rainy weekends, the old deck is gone and the new deck is finally finished, the grading is done, and the sod is down! It looks wonderful!

And, of course, Duncan was a great help through the entire process:

The grading looks okay...

So I pee on this "mulch" stuff around the tree?

A boy and his tools.

Quitting Time!

Working guys get dirty on the job, of course. In fact, you might notice that, from the ankles down, Duncan looks more like a black lab than a wheaten terrier - and this was after a preliminary hose-down on the lawn! So right the photos were taken, he was scooped up and carried to the bathtub. Very embarrassing, but it was the only way he was going to be allowed into the house!

Meanwhile, Jax has his own way of supervising his staff:

Is it suppertime yet?

No? Well, wake me when it is.

* - (Well, almost done. Just the skirting to go, so it's usable.)