I don't have pictures to share, but I do have a story! For Thanksgiving two years ago, I had my husband take Lexi to the groomer. I told him before he left with Lexi to have them give her a "teddy bear" cut. He took her, picked her up, and called me to ask if I would like to go to dinner. Strange for him to ask during the middle of the week, but o.k. After dinner he asks if I would like to go shopping (this should have definitely been a clue that something was wrong). Nope, I just want to go home and see my Lexi. I asked how she looked and he said that they may have cut her hair a little shorter than what I wanted. We come home and I take one look at Lexi and just burst into tears. It was horrible! Everytime someone would call I would tell them how bad Lexi looked. Everytime I got on the phone my husband would get up and go outside. Finally, my daugher asked why I hadn't called the groomers and complained. I explained that they are two older ladies and I just didn't want to call when I was so mad, but that I was cooling down and was going to call. My husband tells me that he wants to talk to me. He begins with - "You know how bad my memory is getting. Well, I couldn't remember that you said teddy bear cut, so I told them to cut her like a lion. They asked to make sure that I said lion cut. I told them yes". It took MONTHS for Lexi's hair to grow out. I finally told the groomers the story. They just roared. They said they wondered when he said lion cut, but he stood firm that was the cut that I wanted. The same sweet ladies still groom Lexi and Cricket. Everytime my husband takes them in they ask "Lion cut?" Puppy cut it is and I must say they do a fantastic job!
