These pictures were taken sometime in May 2012 before Mom and Dad left for Europe.
To make a long story short - I'll spare everyone the details of Mom hyperventilating and foaming at the mouth.
I went to my usual groomer who had always done a fantastic job in the past.
A plausible explanation was never given as to WHY I was shaved, nor was an apology offered. Mom refused to pay for that abomination of a haircut. She could only assume that the groomer had overbooked and I was passed over
to a clueless person-in-training.
Mom had reassured me me that it didn't matter what I looked like, I was still the same wonderful little Cappy inside.
I had no idea what the fuss was about.
. . . but I did get some strange looks at the Dog Park. Some people actually thought I was a
(BIG) Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix.
Now THAT really bothered me.