So i took hank (my four month old yorkie-poo) to the groomer. I wanted her to give him a sanitary cut and to trim his hair. I even showed her the amount i wanted her to take off. And i made sure she didnt have to use the clippers. Well and hour later when i come to pick him up...she SHAVED him! SHAVED him. I cried so hard. I loved his little puff ball hairdoo. But not anymore. He's halfway bald. I could still cry. I need some supportive words.
Oh and i had talked my self into a better mood by tellin myself it wont take long to grow back. Well that comfort was trampled on by my husband who looked at him and said, "His old hair was so much cuter. It will take forever to grow back."
uggggg!!!!!