This is my precious puppy before her hair cut.
This is my poor puppy after D dropped her off at the puppy salon.
(I mean she is too ashamed to even look at the camera). :(
The key part of that sentence was "D." I learned a valuable lesson. Never, under any circumstances, ask your husband to drop off the family chiapoo for her hair appointment!
I arrived at the "stylist" and before she even brought fluff around the corner I knew something was wrong. She gave a me a little smile and said, "Amber...did you want her cut like a Schnauzer?" And...I was like "No...that would be weird..why do you ask?" Her reply, "Well I asked your husband how he wanted her cut and he said Schnauzer." To which I replied..."But she's a chiapoo (half Chiuaua/half poodle) so of course we would want to do the poodle cut." Apparently it's not that simple to some of us lol. :)
So....a Chiapoo in a Schnauzer's haircut is what we have now. Of course when I got home I had ALOT of questions for my hubs. We were both laughing pretty hard by the end of that conversation because I could not for the life of me figure out why he told the stylist to cut her like a schnauzer when she is not.one. and I think he was even a little confused as to why he said that. I'm pretty sure he just named the first dog that came to his mind that morning. Poor hubs...he tries so hard. :)
She forgot all about her terrible haircut once she saw her ball...sooooo all is good again in the puppy-haircut-world!
And in completely unrelated news...I've attached a few pictures of our little pumpkin for the grandparents. I know I've been bad about posting pictures of Clara lately so here you go. :)
Happy Thursday everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)