I did not want to take the risk of subjecting him to Rodney's abattoir-shearing techniques, so one day when I felt particularly brave, we steeled ourselves for the job.
Here he comes!
We are NOT pleased.
Are we done yet?
Sadly, his fleece was so fine that it had already started to felt, but I saved it anyway. Might make a nice felted toy? Maybe next time will be better -- for all of us.