Kiel has been trimming Sugar whenever her fur gets into her eyes or becomes too matted. Really, he just clips out the clumps. Somehow we managed to get through the entire summer without taking Sugar in for a real grooming. Her thick curly hair is so poofy she looks like a little fat sausage. Her nails click and clack on the sidewalk when she is outside. You can't even see her beautiful black eyes begging for just a taste of whatever you happen to be eating.
It is time. Time for the professional to magically turn her back into an adorable puppy instead of Nanook of the North. And now, before winter sets in and she needs her thick warm coat. I make the appointment and Kiel takes her in. It's silly, but I wonder how she is doing, if she remembers the groomer, if there are other dogs there, if she is behaving herself. Perhaps it is best that I have no real idea of how they actually manage to get her to stand still long enough to undergo the whole shebang. I take heart in seeing how much she loves being there and how happy she is to see the groomer.
Finally my work day comes to an end and I head home. I can't wait to see her. I open the door and am bowled over by a rambunctious skinny little puppy with short ears (no more dragging on the ground or stepping on them!) done up in little green bows with green pearls in the center. She is so happy! And trim! You would think she had lost ten pounds. I wish my haircuts did that for me! My haircuts only make the rest of me seem fatter.
Now I can see her shining eyes as she watches every move I make. Who can resist her silent pleading? I can see already that this haircut is gonna cost way beyond just the groomer's fee.
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