It's "spa day" for Rigby - and trust me, he's in dire need of a bath and haircut. Poor thing can't even see out of his eyes - through all the hair. At least he'll smell good and look handsome for the holidays. This morning, he looked like a wooly bear cub. Tonight, he'll look like a black lab puppy instead of a cocker spaniel. He loves spending the day with Andrea because she talks "baby talk" to him and tells him how "cute he is". The funny thing is that when I pick him up, he always struts around like he "knows he looks good". Then he goes home and sleeps for hours because we all know how stressful it is to look good.