Groucho Moe



He goes to the groomer on Thursday, but in the meantime we are having way too much fun with Moe-Moe's eyebrows.

He reached "Groucho Marx" stage several weeks ago, which was entertainment enough.  Then, Monday night, I discovered that with just a little bit of spit on my fingers I can almost twist them into mini devil horns.

What would we do for amusement if we didn't have this forbearing dog to torment?