Let me explain:
Me fur is gorgeous. It's wavy, soft and I love me dreadlocks. Although, I have to say I caught Richard raising his eyebrows at one of me admirers last week when they asked Renee how long it took her to braid me hair int he mornings.
In fact, as a dog, I'm so utterly perfect that me humans need do nothing to me, beyond a little trim up every so often.
Even when I take me humans for a walk through the muddier areas of Edinburgh there's no issue. We get home and I have a little nap. The muck dries whilst I'm asleep and when I get up it all drops off me. There's usually a Barney shape left on the floor, marked out in grit, Renee gets the vacuum out and it's gone.
Simples.
Someone else may have used that line already.
Anyway... me fur was getting a bit long and I've had to have a couple of trim ups (as previously reported) because me fur flops in me eyes and causes issues around me nether regions... usually in the form of clinkers.
But, fans, I'm delighted to report that I'm all ship shape and Bristol fashion at the moment with no fur related issues to report.
Me recent trips to the dog grooming parlour have got me thinking, too. You see, I saw a whopping great brand new van this morning that said 'Mobile Dog Grooming Studio' on it. Then I saw another one (also brand new) and then someone came into the shop to set up a new canine cuttery business and so it goes on.
I'm certain there are more people setting up Pooch parlours than ever before (probably all hoping to have a shot at me). Then by the powers of doggy deduction I've worked out that other businesses must be starting up as well and therefore the economy is on its way up.
Forget Mark Carney (Governor, Bank of England), just come to me, Barney Doodle (Governor, Bank of Dogs) and I'll tell you what's what.
In other news the new shop is progressing nicely and we'll probably be moving about the 12th December.
No pressure then.