Old Silverback

I set out to finish what I started.
Look at the photos from the last post
to see the difference in color
between woolly and clipped.

Mr. Fry and I call him
the old silverback.

Isn't that sweet?
There's Pokey dots under
that hairy white sock.

The job still isn't done.
His belly and face aren't clipped,
and he needs touched up all over.
Clippers ran out of juice for the
second time and I was out of juice myself.

While I waited for the clipper
batteries to charge the first time,
I dragged tree limbs Mr. Fry had cut
to the burn pile.
From whence came all this ambition?

There's a lot you can say about Poco,
but he was patient for a very long time.
I knew it was time to stop when
he untied himself and walked away.

Yes, of course I caught him and made him
stand there until I said he could go.

As much time and energy as that took,
I will not do it again.

But he sure is pretty in the meantime.

A shower never felt so good
and beer never tasted so good.