Anyway, It was time to give our Hazel a hair cut. (Did I mention she's clippers phobic?) I started with her back. It's the easiest and makes me feel good because I can get a lot done quickly. Then I moved to her legs. She's not a fan. I'm not a fan. We did not have a good time. Next chest. Then neck. Then the holy grail of awfulness...her head.
And then I declared that I was done. Finished. The rest would be for Dave to do. When? I dunno. Ever? I did not care. I was done.
I released Hazel to go in the room where everyone else was hanging out. She looked like a mythical faun...my sweet girl in puffy Russian-esque fur pants.
Dave: "Wow...Does this haircut make my butt look fat?"
Totally...but don't tell Hazel. She's cruising around the house shedding half as much as she did the day before, blissfully clueless.
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