Normally, Mama trims my hair because she’s afraid of other people handling me. One day, she decided to take me to the pet groomer because she had been referred by a neighbor to a place near her salon. She dropped me off one Saturday morning as she went on her hair appointment. Mama left only after she saw the lady was handling her client (a poodle) very well.
The “before.”
I had to wait for the dog before me to finish. There was so much hair everywhere. What were they going to do to me? I was pretty nervous, especially without Mama. What if she forgot about me? I don’t feel good about this.
The worst part was the bath. I hate getting my hair wet. It’s so thick and takes a long time to dry. I didn’t mind the actual haircut so much. Although, I was starting to feel a little naked.
I was still getting my haircut when Mama came back. So she waited for me to finish up and I got my nails trimmed and teeth cleaned. When I came out, Mama was shocked. She didn’t expect my coat to be so short and she didn’t know what to think of it. She said I didn’t look like myself and she was afraid she had made the wrong choice. It took the rest of the afternoon for her to get used to it. When she finally came around, she said I looked like a puppy again. 🙂
The “after.”
