Snoop hates me today.
Hates.Me.
I don't blame him.
I had to give him a bath yesterday because he was filthy from his romp in the hood. As I was bathing him, I noticed his hair was matted up pretty bad, and he had all kinds of debris stuck to him. I decided to try to cut a few of the bad spots off.
Bad idea. I did this once before and once I start doing something like that, I can't stop because I get carried away.
I ended up cutting off at least 39 pounds of hair off of him and he looks horrible. It's all uneven and choppy. He looks like an over sized rat.
I feel so bad.
And so does he. He has been moping around the house all morning, no life in his step, just dragging along. I imagine he's thinking "how will I ever face my homies again?" Or whatever it is that dogs say when they've had their dignity stripped from them.
Here's a little before and after so you can see what I mean.
Before the scissor massacre
After the scissor massacre
Before the scissor massacre
After the scissor massacre
LOOK AT HIS FACE IN THIS PICTURE. He HATES me.
I'm telling you, hates.
Wouldn't you?
Remind me to never, ever let you near me with a pair of scissors. Ever.