As a man with a gratuitous amount of facial hair (it even grows under the eyes), I am no stranger to shaving. However shaving a 7 month old puppy with masses of hair while she is struggling and crashing from a sugar high (note to self: don’t feed puppies cookies) is no easy task.
Currently I have black fur everywhere. My eyes, my face, my clothes, even in my throat. I think it’s even up my nose. It was horrendous. Helen has been meaning to give her a trim for ages and refuses to take her to the dog grooming place around the corner because “it costs too much and they sedate the dogs.”
I can see why.
They’re a nightmare. Plus it takes ages and almost caused the trimmers to explode due to the sheer mass of hair.
As a result, CJ looks… a mess. I’ve never tried to cut my own hair, but I imagine if I tried, it would look no better than this attempt.
Apart from this, Christmas has been relatively stress free. CJ gorged herself on turkey, beat my grandfather at a tug-o-war tournament, dove in the muddiest puddles she could find at Ashton Court and destroyed her new tug rope in 24 hours.
For your amusement, some choice snaps of the festive period.