G is for Goofball

Dorothy was feeling especially frisky early this morning.  During her little escapade of being the class clown she somehow broke off one of her scurs. Of course it wasn't the one I was worried I'll need to cut soon.

And that is a crying shame since I have no idea how to cut a scur. Little Bo has some that will need cut, too. I guess I'd better figure it out. Maybe if I just don't tell them I looked it up on YouTube...