Tuesday, July 31, 2012

New Haircut from Mom

Mom had that crazy look in her eye last night, and I saw her walking around with scissors.  That's definitely not a good sign.  Mom is NOT a licensed doggie beautician.

I tried to hide (of course), but she caught me and put me into the sink of torture...

I tried to plot my escape, with no luck.

Mom was too quick for me.  She held my chin with one hand and went to town with the scissors in the other hand.  I did my best to look super duper pathetic.

Behold, some of the carnage from my forehead, nose, and chin furs, displayed next to Mom's scissors of torture:

Mom's finished product:

Although I hated having my furs trimmed, I do have to give Mom some credit for at least doing a half-way presentable job this time.  It was HORRIBLE the last time she took it upon herself to trim me. That was so embarrassing.

And at least I can finally see again...and I didn't have to go to the groomer's for an entire afternoon...


  1. very pretty!! she did a good job
    Benny & Lily

  2. We love seeing your handsome eyes! Good job, mom!

  3. As my Ma would say, "There you are, Buttons! Now I can see you and your pretty eyes!"

    Your pal,

  4. She did do a pretty good job

    Stop on by for a visit

  5. HAI Buttons! *waves paws madly* You gotted a PAWESOME haircut!

  6. Er....no need to worry my pal...you looks bootiful

  7. At least your mom did not figger out the trick our groomer uses. She leaves the beard long until last so she can use it as a HANDLE to HOLD the head STILL and TORTURE AWAY at the bang furs! Thank DOG I do not has a beard. (Pee Ess - I has seen some of my mom's handiwerk and trust me, your mom did a much better job.)


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