Yesterday morning at 11:30 I dropped Wendell off at the groomers. He is not a dog that enjoys a haircut. Imagine a surfer or hippie in the late 60's having to be tied down to have his ponytail cut off. That would be Wendell. I sat in the park nextdoor waiting for the call. It hit 3pm and I still hadn't heard a thing. Every horrible thing imaginable was going through my head. So I called and they said he was almost done. Finally, at 4:15pm I went in to get him back. They brought out a dog and I said, "Oh, no, that isn't my dog, sorry." to which the gentleman replied, "yeah it is." The teddybear that I had dropped off was now a naked little poodle rat. He's cute, for sure, but TOTALLY different. I never wanted my poodle to actually look like a poodle. But its summer and he sweats to death outside, so it has its up side. It's his summer do. I am a little embarassed now to walk him, and its harder to yell at him when he's bad because he seems so little and fragile now. I'm pretty sure the pits on the block are making fun of him too.
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