Officially, it started with me taking my shoulder length hair and cutting it really short, really short. It has since grown out some but it will be a long time, if ever, that it will be long again. Short hair is easy to care for and requires no time which is exactly what I need right now. Unfortunately, for me, my star fell today since another little lady got her haircut.
Hannah had really long hair and just kind of waddled around looking tired and old all the time. I didn’t have the time or energy to brush her every day like she needed. She has just enough undercoat to create mats….let’s face it, she looked bad most of the time. I think it even affected her attitude just like mine tanks when my hair looks rotten. We girls are all alike. Anyway, today she went to the groomers and I forced myself to say, “Cut it short”. I didn’t want to cut her hair short but the reality of no time had finally hit home. There are too many projects and not enough time for personal grooming let alone the dogs too. So, with great sorrow, the order was given to cut it. I kind of dragged myself out to the car and with a heavy heart left.
About three hours later, they called for me to come get Hannah and with nerves skittering drove to the shop. Hannah wasn’t to be seen so I just admired all the other dogs there. The toy Pomeranian was so cute, but the nervous bark made me glad she belonged to someone else. An older couple was there with the little terrier who like mine looked a little scruffy. Turns out, he, too, was a rescued dog from a shelter whose owners were as nervous as I was. Rescue dogs have missed out on so much of what real life is all about. Hannah still doesn’t trust me fully. She’s edging toward it but we’re not there yet. The groomers said it could take up to a year to earn her trust.
Finally, the groomers realized I was waiting for Hannah who still hadn’t shown up. They rounded her up from her cozy hiding place. I wish I could have seen the look on my face. There was this little dog so beautiful with her brown and white coat all neat and pretty. She just looked gorgeous, so beautiful. Think doggie makeover complete with pink and green scarf around her neck. Hannah seemed a little nervous as if she were worried about how she looked. I just kept telling her how pretty she was. Soon, she settled down and with each compliment just thumped her tail. I had forgotten that dogs do that. When she went outside, she ran across the grass like a young pup. I could hear her singing, “I feel pretty, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay”*. She looks so good that Hancock look even worse. Thank goodness tomorrow is his turn.