I'm REALLY thankful that I don't look like this anymore.
Yes, it's ME, Little Cappy.
Yes, it's ME, Little Cappy.
Side View:
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.
2 comments:
Cappy, you are such an adorable boy no matter how long your hairs are! My momma says she would have covered you with a wig made from the hairs of the groomer! The good news is that we Eskies grow hair quickly so I hope you did not have to suffer rude comments too long...I was asked once whether I was a Giant Pom, what are some people thinking? Geez
Aw zeesh little mate! Bad haircut eh? Hope it grows out soon. Play bows,
RA
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