She finally got a bath and I decided not to traumatize her right away with the sheers so waited another week.
Finally, I thought she could handle it.
I stood her up on the table out on the front patio and she behaved just like a little trouper...she even rolled over on her side for me when I needed her too, (without growling).
So, she still looks a little ragged. She gets the closest trim I can do because the sheers are so lousy, I don't want to put her or me through it any more than I have to.
So I cut the top off of an old pair of panty hose and she is sporting the body-slimming outfit here.
I think she did loose a little weight this year; we've really been trying.
"What's for dinner" is her middle name.
Wish me luck, I may need to open a grocery store if they all survive.