Incredibly Cute Boy

During the winter I let Patrick's hair grow to keep him warm.  Yesterday I decided to give him a Spring haircut.  He was very good while I cut a good 6 inches off.  I had forgotten how cute he is with short hair, like a puppy.  He doesn't seem to care one way or another.  The only thing the haircut meant to him was the treat that he knows he'll get when it's over.  Willy had disappeared upstairs during the process, but his very sharp ears heard the top of the treat basket open .  He came tearing down for his treat.  He knows that if one gets a treat, the other does, too.

Speaking of Spring, my new indoor-outdoor thermometer tells me that it is 72 degrees outside and 60 in the house.  I guess I should open the windows.