We need help!!

This is Harley, I'm speaking for me and Hagen, we are taking over the family blog from our mom. She needs an intervention. First, she took us to get our hair cut, which wasn't so bad. Hagen was looking kinda shaggy. I like going to the groomer, she is at our vets office. And we all know they love me there! I get plenty of attention, as it should be. Hagen isn't so fond of it though. He doesn't like anyone to touch his beard, so they have to sedate him in order to groom him. It's funny actually, he acts goofy while sedated. Anyway, when mom came to get us, the sedation hadn't worn off Hagen yet, so he was walking all kinds of funny. His legs weren't working right. I laughed, mom did not.

I know...I look good.

Hey baby....how you doin?

Here's Hagen, not feeling well yet.

His ears are down - still not well yet.

But we finally agreed to 1 group shot. But that is it.

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Ok, here is where the intervention comes in. When we woke up last Friday morning, dummy Hagen was shaking like he was in the Antartic. So mom thought he was sooo cold. She then had the bright idea that we needed sweaters. I fully blame our human grandparents, they have sweaters for their schnauzers, which gave our mom the idea. Anyway, she went out that day, Black Friday even, and spent her hard earned money on these dumb sissy sweaters. She couldn't find anything better to buy? The biggest shopping day of the year (so I heard on tv) and she chooses to buy us yarn? And to make matters even worse, once she put them on us, they all laughed...and laughed...and took pictures...and started chanting "Barky Von Schnauzer.....Barky Von Schnauzer". Can you imagine? I think that commercial should be banned, I wonder if we can get a petition going. Anyway, here are the humiliating pictures. I knew she'd post them, so I thought I'd post them first and tell everyone our story. If anyone can talk some sense into the crazy lady - please do!! We have lost all of our street cred in the 'hood. Suki, the boxer next door has been laughing for days now. I think I even heard him bark "Hey Mr. Rogers...can I be your friend?" It can't get much worse.