Bad Haircuts

(Day Twenty-Seven)

Imagine the most ridiculous haircut Clyde could get. That's what happened today.

It's so bad I feel too embarrassed on his behalf to even post a picture on here. It should not be memorialized in photographs. When the groomer asked me over the phone if I wanted a "short Springer cut," I thought I was going to get something like this:



That's totally reasonable. That's not what Clyde looks like. Most of his hair is extremely short -- shorter than it's ever been, I think -- but then there are parts of him that look like they weren't even trimmed. He's got a huge bush of hair on his chest, and these weird hair puffs on his legs, but all the rest of him? Almost shaved. He looks like some demented cross-dressing poodle.

Needless to say, he isn't happy. He spent the evening huddled on the couch like he'd been tortured. I think he must feel naked -- as he was eating his dinner, he didn't seem to want to leave his butt exposed. He kept sitting down to eat, then he gulped down his food about 5 times faster than normal so he could run back to the safety of the couch. Poor dog. I feel pretty bad :(