We did some big haircuts this past weekend and at one point I had a large pile of hair. While scooping it up I noticed it was just the right size for a dachshund hairpiece.
I tried Dell at first, but he kept rolling over for tummy rubs. So I grabbed the always patient John. He puts up with all sorts of shenanigans with a sort of resigned look. This time was no exception. He calmly sat there as I tweaked the hair and tried to get just the right angle for the picture.