Pancake, the scissors and a very long afternoon

Pancake is a Thai Ridgeback with a golden coat and the posture of a very serious bodyguard. He's nearly five, and he has never once let me touch his ears without a complaint. So when I booked him in for a grooming session at a little shop near Ao Nang, I thought the worst that could happen was a bit of fur on my shirt.

I was wrong. The groomer got through the first half without trouble, but when she reached his ears, Pancake decided this was an outrage. He backed under the table, sat down with his paws crossed, and looked at me as if I had arranged the whole thing to humiliate him. The groomer laughed so hard she had to put the scissors down.

He came home looking like a proper gentleman, with a neat trim and a ribbon I didn't ask for. He still hasn't forgiven me. I have it on good authority that he has told the neighbour's cat everything.