A few days ago I decided that Candy needs her hair clipped for a several reasons:

1. The weather seems to be getting warmer (I may be wrong now)

2. Her hair was all matted anyway

3. I’d like her to look clean and easy-to-maintain while I’m away for 3 wks

Today was her appointment to get her coat fully groomed. I personally prefer her with long hair because she’s just so darn cute. Her legs are so chunky and her paws are just like a teddy bear. But leaving her hair in dreadlocks like that is not good for her health. There could be fleas/ticks living under her fur or even worse grass seeds and burs. So as much as I hate doing this to her (she hates the sound of hair clipper) I had to anyway. I took her to the “Doggy Day Spa” this arvo (seriously, that’s what the shop called). She was so oblivious at first, so she was just as happy as larry trotting along by my side until she started to smell something.. something familiar.. something not-so-good is happenning here… then it suddenly clicked… oh no! but it was too late..! We were already inside the dog salon, she quickly tried to save herself and ran toward the exit door. Luckily I had her in a harness and I safely pulled her back towards me and handed over to her groomer.

Poor Candy had to go through it all again. However, when Saj picked her up she was just as merry as before as if nothing happened and skipped to home. Except she freaks everytime she looks at herself in the mirror, just like humans it does take awhile to get use to your new hair style. Especially when the hairdresser cut it way too short.

Here’s the aftermath…