She's not quite this bad. But close.
Poor Gracie, who traveled south with us, got a haircut while we were there. It wasn't that we had a problem with her mop look. It's that she ran wild and ended up with all kinds of things matted and tangled in her fur.
While we were out shopping one day, we passed a sign - Fancy Pet Grooming. So, on a whim, we decided to take advantage of a sure-bet-cheaper-than-New Jersey opportunity. After all, what's the worst that could happen?
Well, the worst that could happen happened. "Fancy" for Gracie meant getting two red ribbons tied to her ears. The rest of the process - not so fancy - involved getting shaved down to the skin except for some poodle looking puffs on her head and tail. She's not even white anymore. She's pink. She looks like a rat that someone attempted to disguise by gluing cotton sporadically to it's head.
We immediately got her a sweater to try to hide some of the damage. But she lost it on day 2. So now we have her in hiding. She's so ugly that we're embarrassed to be seen with her. Seriously.
If we're lucky, it'll grow out pretty fast. In the meantime, if you hear of any ugly dog contests, let me know. I'm sure she'd have a shot at winning something.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Gracie's Bad Hair Day
Posted by Cindy at Sunday, January 06, 2008
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