I just hate it when Ozzie gets a hair cut. He makes me feel guilty for about two weeks while it grows out. He shivers and shakes and has to wear his blue sweater. And he insists on making himself as small as possible in order to conserve his body heat. Seriously, he completely goes missing. I search all over the house for him, and finally find him curled up into a ridiculously small ball in some random corner of the place trying to stay warm.
He looks splendid to my eyes, but in his own, there is something dreadfully lacking. He skulks around with a look of total embarrassement until there is some regrowth.
And this time at the groomers, it was even worse. He suffered an injury to his eye recently, and had to have half his face shaved at the vet's, including all of his left eye brow. Typically his eye brows form nice round puffs over his eyes, but unfortunately, he did have to have one of them shaved off to get stitches, much to his dismay and humiliation. We won't even talk about how he handled wearing the plastic cone around his neck to prevent him scratching at his boo boo.
Ozzie is like the children that many of you have had. You know, the kid who is always getting hurt. You have made so many trips to the emergency room with that child that they know your car when it pulls up in front. That's my boy.
His injury has healed, and his hair has started to grow back, but not completely. This time when we took him to the dog groomer, she decided to go for a symmetrical look and shaved off most of the right eye brow as well. Plus, his beard was so snarled, that had to be shaved off too, leaving just the side whiskers. Oh dear. Poor Ozzie, he looks like a simpleton with an underbite. And he knows it too. I doubt that he will be getting out of his favorite chair for four weeks until the hair starts to grow back.
Here he is, trying to maintain his dignity. You can tell by his expression that he is totally annoyed. He refuses to make eye contact. It is his "kill me now" expression.