I told you they were pitiful.
These first two are Sophie. I give you two pictures because for the 10 minutes that I tried to take her photograph she refused to take the danged ball out of her mouth so I wanted y'all to see her the way we see her 90% of the time. The second pic is thankfully without the ball. It gives you a better view of not being able to see her eyes.
This is little Sneauball. Don't worry, groomed or not every day is a bad hair day for my poor little man. And the red eyes? That's thanks to allergies. Oy! The joys of having purebred white dogs. (Yep, that's me hiding behind the little dog yelling at E "Don't get me in the shot, don't get me in the shot!!!")
Finally, we have Nate - and his Daddy. Please excuse E's lovely wife-beater t-shirt. We're really not rednecks, I promise. Nate isn't looking too shabby but that's only because he was shaved down when we got him back in June. It's taken this long for his coat to fill out. But he still has issues with the hair in his eyes.
Psst - you think the dogs are in bad shape? You definitely don't want to see my hair.
I just keep telling these guys to hang in 'cause Daddy starts a new job on Monday. In a couple of weeks it'll be new hairdos all around.