Well, the other night, a group of us from work had gone out to dinner, and while we were talking, it came up that one of the guys' daughters had started up her own dog grooming business. One thing led to another, and Murray & I found ourselves at her place yesterday. I came prepared with pictures. I'm sure they were thinking I was like one of those woman who goes into a beauty shop with a picture they cut out of a magazine and expects the stylist to make them look just like it...ain't gonna happen. It's just that I didn't want to go through the same debacle as last time. So, I showed them before and after pictures, as well as one that approximated how I liked his hair to look, trimmed around his face, but still scruffy looking the rest of his body.
Two hours later, I got a call that he was done. I was leery of walking in, not sure what to expect. Overall, he looked pretty good. Though, she trimmed too much around his eyes, and took way too much off his best features...his eyelashes and his ears. They'll grow back, soon, I hope. Here's what he looks like today:
If you click on the picture to enlarge it, you may be able to make out the side-part she gave him, where his hair used to stand up. Gives him almost a debonair look that reminds me of the dog in the recent movie who plays a movie actor that has all these different wigs that he wears (can't remember the name of it).
At first, I was thinking the cut around his face was like the typical schnauzer cut, but I changed my mind. I think it's more like the typical westy look (west highland terrier), which I prefer over the schnauzer, but not over his shaggy look. Oh well, at least it's not matted anymore, and it'll grow back.
On a side note, this morning Murray did something on command, which I had tried teaching him a long time ago and gave up on it months ago. I said, "go get your leash," not really expecting him to, but trying to keep him occupied while I was putting on my sneakers. Darn if he didn't go over to it. And so, I kept encouraging him - "get it, Murray, get it," and he put it in his mouth. "WOW," I thought. "Ok, bring it here, Muray, bring it here." The next thing I know, he's pulling it off the chair, somehow wrapping it around his neck, and he came prancing over to me with it.
Hmmmmm...maybe that was all just a dream. After all, I really was only half-awake. That's the only thing that could explain it.
