New Do

I have been a bad puppy momma. Our dog should be brushed daily to avoid those nasty, painful mats that just get bigger and bigger without attention. I was doing pretty good for a while but one day turned into a week into weeks into a couple months and it wasn't good. I'd brush him every now and then but he hated it and I hated it and I never seemed to be able to get them all. He looked ok, but when you felt him you could just tell.

I kept putting off taking him to the groomer because of how traumatized he gets after he goes. He hated it and would come home stressed and just sat around for the rest of the day. My friend's mom is a groomer and so I broke down and set up an appointment with her.

Today was the dreaded day. I took him early and told her the situation. She agreed to try and keep him as long as she could but I knew it would be short. It'll grow and it's for the best. I left and on the way to work I had to call mom and Zach for reassurance that this was for the best. Mom reminded me that it would be better for him to be cut too short than for me. Very true!

I picked him up during lunch. When I walked in the first question was "Are you going to fire Sarah after you see your dog?" (Sarah's my friend and I technically am her boss.) She went and got him and he is definitely short. He looks like Santa or an old man or like we put his head on white pipe cleaners (as Ben said). What did it for me was his mood. Even with the trauma of being groomed he was still excited to see me and gave me kisses and sat on my lap on the ride home. We got home and he played and ran and loved his new do. And it's growing on me.