Our dog Chuck is made almost entirely of fluff. The summer months here are horribly uncomfortable even for those of us in the family not coated in fur, so we get Chuck a summer cut each year. Every single year I am heartbroken by the result, as the fluffier Chuck gets, the happier I am. But the groomer really outdid himself this year. I had no idea how little Chuck there actually was without fur, nor did I want to find out. It took three full days before I could even look at him without wanting to cry. He looks like his fur has been inexpertly Photoshopped off.
I keep trying to get a picture that adequately portrays the butchering of the fluff, but Chuck isn’t cooperating. This picture isn’t great, but at least he looks appropriately miserable.
You should see my dog after his summer cut. I can stop calling him “chicken legs”!
Nice 10 Commandments reference.
Your dog is ridiculously cute, fluff or no.
We fostered a bichon for a short time (nickname: “Fluffhead”), and the one time we got him groomed for the summer, I was in shock. He looked 10 pounds lighter, 5 years younger, and completely & utterly humiliated and emasculated. So I’m totally feeling you on this one.
Thanks! Only took a week or so but I’m already over it. He is still my fluffy muffin (well, maybe my fuzzy muffin).