Yesterday was Blaze’s yearly transformation from golden retriever to lab. The transformation makes me laugh every time, because he looks completely different when he emerges from the groomers.
Each time, I’m tempted to say (with a silly French accent), “That’s not my dog.”
A few years ago when I returned with Blaze from the groomers, my neighbor, Mike, asked me if I had gotten a new dog.
“I swear its a different dog, but my wife says it isn’t. I told her I’d bet my paycheck that you got a different dog,” he said.
“I know its hard to believe, but it is the same dog,” I replied.
“I guess I owe my wife a paycheck,” he groaned.
