Out of the cocoon

Here's Sophie at 7:30 this morning with about five months' worth of hair. I let it grow out because her old bones (she's 13!) get really cold in winter otherwise. But once the days start warming up, it's a burden. I'm told dog hair is even warmer than sheep's wool.

Here she is at 12:30. The groomer would've liked more time with her to go over some uneven spots, and I'm not really happy with her tail, but I needed to get to work, so I'll tidy her up later.
I know, she looks a little butchered; the contrast is shocking, isn't it? Such a skinny, stick-legged critter under all that hair! She's hunching over a little in what looks like embarrassment, but it's really because she suspects treachery from the camera and that I might not give her the bone she's expecting. She got the bone, though, and in another week or two she'll look just fine. I know she'll feel better, too!