Un-beauty parlor

We took Stanley to the groomer the other day. These two conversations sum up the outcome.

Mike walks in to the groomer's to pick Stanley up. Stanley is barking his abandoned-dog bark -- high-pitched and nonstop.

Mike: "I guess he must have heard me."
Grooming lady, grimly: "He heard everyone."

And the next day, as I get on the bus...

Bus Driver: "Why did you cut that dog's hair? He was so cute! You should have waited until summer!"

Ah well, it'll grow back.