As always, things happen in my life of which I have no say of. Often they are great things and sometimes not.
This week was one of the 'not' things - Papa gave me a shit haircut.
One day, he just picks me up and first clips my nails (don't like that) and then starts chopping my hair with the razor.
Things were going like normal until he went around my neck, stopped and then just said 'UMMMM - I can probably fix that'.
'WTF! What have you done?' I asked him. He showed me in the mirror...
Mama heard the commotion and came in to see for herself. Her gasp indicated to me that it was as bad as I thought. Mama and Papa had a discussion, to which Papa was barred from 'styling' me any longer.
We surveyed the damage some more.
He'd even fucked up my paws...but not as bad as my neck...
This week was one of the 'not' things - Papa gave me a shit haircut.
One day, he just picks me up and first clips my nails (don't like that) and then starts chopping my hair with the razor.
Things were going like normal until he went around my neck, stopped and then just said 'UMMMM - I can probably fix that'.
'WTF! What have you done?' I asked him. He showed me in the mirror...
Mama heard the commotion and came in to see for herself. Her gasp indicated to me that it was as bad as I thought. Mama and Papa had a discussion, to which Papa was barred from 'styling' me any longer.
We surveyed the damage some more.
I cracked it and stormed off. 'I'm not fucking going anywhere until this crappy cut grows back', and I sat myself by the window.
Papa tried to say it wasn't bad, but we all knew it was a shit haircut. I wasn't willing to discuss it anymore and ignored them both.
I wonder how long it's going to take to grow over?
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