We’ve all had them…bad hair days. But yesterday took the cake for me. Let me just explain with this picture:
On the left, my cute adorable, dopy, fluffy puppy (with his best bud Monty). On the right, what he returned looking like after what I can only guess was caused by tripping over a box of clippers.
Poor, poor Gatsby looks like a skinny foo-foo pup now. (I’m worried the other dogs at the playground will make fun of him.)
It turns out all that fun swimming he’s been doing caused major mats. And so alas, Gatz was shaved from his neck to the start of his tail (think poofy head–skinny body–poofy tail). I wasn’t totally convinced he was him when the groomer gave him to me, so after walking out the door, I immediately made him do a “high five” (his only trick) to prove that he was indeed Mr. Redford.
He Was. So for now he’s just going to have to deal with a bad hair
day month summer.