Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The dog on the left is our dog, Esme. The dog on the right is what came back from the hairdressers.
It was the first furcut and a couple of years ago now but one that has left a resounding mark on us all. I kicked myself for my “Oh, just a trim, whatever you would normally do” naiveté and any subsequent stealth dog-walking that occurred, happened under the cover of darkness. These days, I am aware that a heavily-furnished-in-purple, doggy hairdressers, indicates the indiscriminate use of purple ear bows and eyelash curling.
We have since invested in our own set of dog clippers. They arrived with an instructional dvd demonstrating pompom styles for poodles. Given we tend to stick with the more unkempt look, (it just seems to fit better in this family), it’s easy to let things go too far. The centre fur-parting down Esme’s back is the sure-fire maintenance indicator. The problem is, she’s predominantly an outside dog and things are getting chilly. The solution? Knit.
Above is one of the current works in progress. Disturbingly like a ribbed human leg warmer, apparently once I get the front leg/sleeve bits knitted, it’s going to look remarkably like a dog jumper. Nonetheless, I have a foreboding sense that this is not one of the more successful ventures...