New Do

Sophie usually goes to the groomer every month or six weeks. The lady I take her to always has something fun up her sleeve and Sophie has come back with bows, bandannas, pink hair, painted toes, bejeweled toes, and even a mohawk! Never know what to expect!

We've been slightly busy getting married, selling houses, remodeling, and moving, so poor Sophie has waited even longer than her usual 6 weeks. She was getting pretty shaggy, and I'm mortified to admit she'd even developed a couple dreadlocks in her ears.

Getting her to the groomer is always a little tricky trying to drop her off and pick her up around their schedule and our work schedules. And everywhere I called was booked about a week out. Plus, I hate taking her to the groomer because she HATES being left there. So, Dallas decided we would do it ourselves! (and by ourselves, I mean himself.) We looked in to some pretty schmancy shears and realized that we'll spend about as much on the clippers as one grooming costs. Saves time AND money! Brilliant!

Poor D has been getting called out to work in the middle of the night quite a bit, so he's had some time at home during the day, and yesterday I got the call that he was working on the dog. He'd had to give her a bath, work out some of her knots, condition her, brush her tail and ears, trim some of the bad spots with scissors, and could only trim her a little at a time because the shears got hot and he didn't want to hurt her.

Finally, after several calls and texts about the progress, I get the message that he has finished. He decided to leave little booties on her, and also left her tail, beard, and ears because otherwise she looks less like a Shih-Tzu and more like your common rat. He said she did great and was running all over the place prancing, feeling pretty, enjoying essentially not wearing a parka. This dog also gives "hugs". She puts her little forehead on yours and just pushes. She was full of hugs for her daddy for cutting her hairs so nicely.

I couldn't wait to get home to see! He was gone by the time I got there, but when I let her out of her kennel, she was still super pumped and feeling good. She was running in circles, skidding across the ottoman and jumping up for more hugs. But all I could do was laugh!

I called Dallas:

Me: "She looks like a cow wearing boots!"

D: "She's got booties!"

Me: "They look like leg warmers! I'm waiting for her to break out into an 80's workout video dance sequence!"

D: "Like a clydesdale with spots!"

Bwahaha... we laugh. But one thing is certain... Sophie feels better and she didn't have to spend her day at the dreaded groomer!