After the high drama of finding a thoroughly disgusting, engorged and fully embedded tick on Conal’s head last week, we decided to chop off his hair. It will be cooler for him, and it will be easier for us to find any ticks that might be lurking in his locks.

Owen bought the clipper this morning and then we gave Conal his new ‘do. All smiles:


And, just for kicks, here he is saying, “Cheese!”