As is evident, Finny was due to go to the groomers. We would have brought her sooner, but she needed to have had her last set of shots. Then, it was the pre Christmas grooming panic where everyone but us brought their dog to the groomer for a festive trim. The groomer suggested waiting until after Christmas.
I was a little worried how she would do but to quote the groomer "she was walking around like she owned the place."
She was somewhat subdued when she got home, perhaps owing to missing her morning nap in favour of making friends with a big black lab and a weimaraner.
But it didn't take long for her to get the spring in her step back: