Parents always seem to give their kid at least one bad hair cut in their lives. I remember mine…I wanted a mullet, and thankfully they just trimmed my bangs back to my ears. Today is the day I gave Beauy his first bad hair cut. The groomer and I had different visions…I envisioned a slightly sheared down doggie that was still fluffy. When I went to pick him up with my vision firmly implanted in my mind…well…put it this way. I didn’t even recognize our own dog. Don’t get me wrong, she did exactly what I asked – just not what I had envisioned. And Beauy was romping around the doggie salon like he owned the place when I got there. He was also chewing on a massive cow hide – that will come back to haunt us in two days. I just couldn’t stop laughing when I realized that was him. I’m STILL laughing. Look at how adorably sweet he is. He looks and is acting like a puppy. I swear…getting rid of 10 pounds of dog fur has given Beauy new life. I took him for a 2 mile run right after the hair cut and he still ran laps in the back yard after we got home. He’s incredibly happy…and looks hysterical.
Drew says that the picture above looks like I Photoshopped his head onto a dog body. I didn’t.
Saucy comes to investigate this new look on her brother.
Saucy is looking at me and thinking “What is wrong with you? We will be the laughing stock of the neighborhood.” But every time I look at little Beauy today, I smile and give him a big hug. And I haven’t seen a single dog hair all day.