Not My Dog!
Well guess who I didn’t think was getting a bandana today?
I got a call at 10am, assuming they’re saying to pick up Parm. BUt of course it was the groomer telling me how badly matted his hair is in the back, and that he was “biting, and just generally upset” when she tried to comb it out.
of course I felt like the parent with the smelly kid at school, and told her how sorry I was, and that I had tried and tried to bathe him and get the knots out, but to no avail.
I asked her what we could do about it, and her response was “well, how short can we take his hair?” aka …. a shaving. I gave the all clear.
I picked him up, and he’s now cream colored since his hair is like a 1/4 of an inch long. To my surprise, he still scored the bandana (they must’ve felt sorry for him).
He also scored a new collar, complete with bone charm, so he is now the fire (thanks Brandon).
anyways, he’s pissed, but here are his pics anyways:
