She asked, "So what do you want me to do with it?"
I said, "Oh, I don't know. Just make it short enough so we don't have to come too often."
Well... Guess next time I should bring a picture, or give a specific length. Poor Buster!
When Calvin first saw him he laughed for two minutes straight, hardly catching a breath.
Charlie said, "Put his hair back!" That is what I wanted to say, too. The groomer was very nice, and I did not let on I was disappointed. I mean really, I had no idea what I was even asking for, and I bet we won't have to have him groomed for a good, long time.
"It'll grow back," we keep telling ourselves. In the mean time we just laugh or shake our heads every time we look at him.
It was a big day for this little puppy-boy (as Miles calls him). Glad it's done. Now... let's grow some hair!