Sometime yesterday afternoon, my (occasionally) sweet girl Gracie had her identity stolen.
It seems that a dog similar to Gracie in stature decided that it really did not feel like being groomed. Instead, it pretended to be Gracie – while my furry, unsuspecting girl, lured by the scent of chicken nuggets, was duped into getting the aforementioned dog’s grooming session.
Once it was all said and done, my dog ended up with what might, quite possibly, be the most ridiculous looking haircut that I have ever seen.
I have a haircut scheduled for myself on Thursday and mentioned to Danny that perhaps I should get my own head shaved so that maybe Gracie would feel some solidarity with her owner. Danny pointed out that he already has a shaved head and that unless I really felt strongly on the subject, he would discourage going that route.
In further insult to Gracie’s pride, I cannot stop giggling every time I look her direction. I have tried to make up for it by bribing her.
This works for a few minutes, and then she starts grumbling underneath her breath and goes to flop on her bed.
On the upside, it is just hair and it will grow back. The groomer felt awful and I don’t really see any point in throwing anyone under the bus. Everyone makes mistakes – I think that as long as Gracie continues to get a steady diet of bones, Canine Carryouts and puppy cones, she will be ok.
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