Wickett and his Red Collar

He still has that collar on, under too many inches of hair.

He's getting a haircut next week, because his hair grows obscenely fast, and gets incredibly knotted.

He'll come home with a poofed tail and a cute bandanna. This time, I want it as close as possible to his mouth, because that thing is like a beard on a crusty old man who thinks bathing or showering with soap and water, or cutting hair will kill him or something.

Wickett certainly acts like a crusty old man, though the term 100% of bloggers with Ewok/Gremlin/dishrag mix dogs prefer the term "crab monkey".