Being daddy's hairstylist

Adelaida is pretty good about obeying when we ask her to do something (or stop doing something). This afternoon, she pulled a hairbrush out of a drawer, chased Murphy into a corner and started brushing his fur; when I realized what she was doing, I asked her to stop brushing Murphy and told her that hairbrushes were for people, not dogs. She backed away from Murphy, yelled for her daddy, "Daddy, sit down!" and crawled up onto the couch behind him. Hairbrush still in hand, she began brushing her daddy's 1/4-inch-long hair.





Eventually, she demanded that he lay down, so she could reach his head better. He happily complied!



I never thought I'd see Dale sit still so well while being unnecessarily groomed. He really adores Adelaida!