Oy vay. Master took me to the groomer yesterday, and yes I smell better (to him anyway), and I have to admit I feel a little better too, but the next time they try to afix one of those foofy red bows to my butt somebody's gonna get bit. I'm an Alaskan Airedale for god's sake, not some Westminster poodle. Right after Master picked me up we went to the dog park and I ran into the lake and got a little messy. Equilibrium restored!