Milo walked into a pole the other day while we were out walking. I had been deluding myself about his ability to see through his wooly coat. I realise that if I can't see his eyes, he probably can't see very well.
It's so cold so I didn't want him to be shorn. His thick, wooly coat cannot be trimmed, it's either all off or nothing. So I just asked for his eyes to be rescued.
The hairdo gives him such a mournful expression!