On Thursday night I was in the basement having a grand time watching The Not So Real Housewives of Atlanta and hanging out on Twitter when Jack came to snuggle up next to me looking like a little scarecrow and smelling like, well, you don't want to know what he smelled like.
I knew this trip to the groomer was very much needed.
After his unhappy time on the high table
Jack was looking good and thrilled to be back in the car.
He was even more thrilled when he was rewarded with a new toy back at home!
I hope your week is is shiny a new too.