Today I took Hannah's mom's dog, Winnie, to get a haircut. I've never done this before and had no idea how it worked, so I told them to just shave her. I expected them to interpret that as "give her the kind of haircut she's supposed to have." Instead they took the literal interpretation and now she looks ridiculous. Once again I see that my communication skills need work.
Although I think it's an improvement over how she looked before.
On another note, after my last post regard Fidelity's mySmart Cash account, I've had about 50 people come across our blog by searching for it (at one point I was the 6th result on google!).
Winnie, you are one shapely dog!