Daisy took one for the team today.
I decided that her grooming costs were nonsense and that I could easily do it at home myself. Armed with a newly cleaned clippers and a kid-less morning, I barricaded Daisy into the laundry room and went for it.
After about half of her hair was at my feet, I realized that I should be shaving with the hair not against it. Of course, all my shaving until that time had been on Daisy’s broad ol’ back.
So, my poor, sweet, old girl is walking around with a very bad haircut. I gave her a bath complete with a fresh egg wash, but I’m not sure she’s forgiven me.
I even tried to tell her that Becki did this to me plenty of times under the pretense of “tapering the ends” of my hair, but it is little consolation. So I’m feeding her treats and giving her lots of attention.
Poor old pooch.