The family that cuts hair together, stays together

This morning I cut Bud's hair. I know, it's like a virus running through our apartment. And though generally I like the floppy, sexy longer haircut he's been sporting for about a year now, I don't mind the one I just gave him because...he looks a little like Ryan Gosling. I think he figured if I can go butch, he can go buzz. I'm running to the gym and then taking Copper to meet a trainer, who may or may not help me with refining his training. He kept barking questions at me yesterday, "how is his drive?!" "um, pretty good but maybe not that high! sir!" "what is his success rate for finding missing pets?" "aahhh, well, depends what you consider success - we find territories or dead animals or...ah.." "HMMMM" I'm scared but I will let you know how it goes.