Pippin is pretty notorious around these parts for having a ridiculous fur coating. The outer layer is is thick, coarse, and grows very fast. So we’ve had him groomed often. But due to various circumstances we couldn’t get him to the groomer and his coat was dragging on the floor. So Carjo went after him with a pair of really sharp scissors last week and this is the fugly result.
Being he’s a dog he has no idea how terrible this looks. All he knows is that he’s shy about ten pounds of long hair and he feels better about. Now he keeps asking for hugs or to just get picked up. This ragged mess will even up in a couple weeks and he’ll start the summer looking fine and feeling cool. I wish I could say the same for my own fat ass. And so it goes.