My beautiful, beautiful Penelope Jean. She is so pretty. Or should I say she was pretty? Before we left for vacation I had a bright idea: Get her hair cut to make it easier for Brian to take care of her. Her long hair needs constant attention. I wanted Brian to be able to take her on Sammy's trail walks with him each night. I also didn't want to ask Brian to spend an hour combing her out after every walk. So I took her to the groomer for a "puppy cut." The puppy cut is a cute alternative to a long coat. This is the best picture I could find online to show you what I was hoping for.
So ... I took her to the groomer, explained what I wanted, and this is what I got back at the end of the day:
Now I understand why some people cry after a hair cut. Yes, even though it is my dog, I almost cried. Her hair looks terrible! You can't see the long stringy chunks of hair hanging off her legs in these pictures. You can't see how choppy it is. I felt so bad that I called my mom in desperation and she talked me through finishing the job and chopping off the top. Then my mom offered to buy PJ a plane ticket to come home with us so that she could fix it. I considered her offer, but decided I would be too embarrassed for everyone in Florida and North Carolina to see my precious princess in this homely cut!
It's been almost a month since her tragic day at the groomer's and her hair is finally starting to grow in a little bit. We are going to wait about another month and then try to find a groomer that understands what a puppy cut is. I will be starting interviews soon. Or maybe I will just buy my mom a plane ticket to come down here and fix this for me!!









































