Took the terrier/chihuahua mix in this morning for his semi-annual (actually a bit more) shave and a cut for lots more than two bits. The lil guy lost his, um, equipment a number of years ago but never lost his interest. Who knows why. As I dropped him off, he was greeted by a tall, gorgeous standard black poodle. I swear he looked back at me and mused, "Some dogs see things as they are and ask why. I dream things that never were and ask, why not?"