We're finally starting to get the hang of the dog-grooming thing. Jen is, anyway. I inadvertently created a large swath of bare skin across Bailey's belly, but Jen did the tops and sides and faces, and they don't look like Edward Scissorhands. They're not going to win any dog shows, but let's face it, they weren't going to no matter what.
Did I mention that they've smelled like pee for the past month? We took care of that too.
The finished product: two well-groomed, slightly damp, emotionally frazzled, fresh-smelling Spaniels.