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Better cool than handsome?

Different groomer; different game plan. I was robbed!

I look silly and scrawny but it's supposed to go above 100° tomorrow so I guess I should be grateful. Desperate times -- desperate measures.

 

 

I Rest My Case

They say a picture = 1,000 words.

Take a gander at my tail vs. the tail of an older portie I was lucky enough to run into this weekend.

My Slimming Hairstyle

I won't pretend I was happy to be back at the groomer's.  In fact, once I realized where I was, I started jumping up in the air, clawing her poor arms to death. BUT, once I emerged, exhausted and dehydrated, I had to admit that my summer cut took years (and pounds) off of my "look."

My ears weren't done to her satisfaction (I mean, geez, they initially made me look like a Springer Spaniel vs. a Porty!), but famed hair stylist Richard Stein was kind enough to remedy the situation.  After all, who doesn't need a touch-up from Richard in between cuts?! Not to mention "wash and wear" is certainly my speed.

"Say Ahhh ---"

We may look as if we are at a pediatrician's office, but no, we are catching our breath after several hours of trimming and bathing. We're always very thirsty afterwards, hence the red tongues.  Thunder just got a shampoo since he still had his summer cut and needs some padding for the journey across the pond.  I, on the other hand, got the whole shebang.

All this fuss must have been on account of the holiday season. Turns out Abigail stopped at the salon as well!

P.S. A belated birthday shout out to our buddy Sam (the one who's stateside)

My New 'Do...After One "Do Over"

What can I say? The tail is tricky and difficult to master.

Four's a Crowd

Well, I tried to schedule a grooming appointment yesterday but my salon was booked up styling 3 porties!  So I rescheduled for today, which given the precipitation may have been a lesson in futility...vediamo (we shall see).

Salon Society

Tonight we entertained our friend Richard Stein, famous for championing the "wash-and-wear" and "shag" hair styles. Turns out Richard is putting the finishing touches on his new book manuscript...

Little did I know he'd get roped into fixing up my tail.

Once I recovered from the indignity of the makeshift grooming table, not to mention an evening activity that was NOT on the menu, I considered myself blessed to have such a talented hair maestro at the helm...or rather, the tail.

Veterans' Day

Or should I say, newbie's day? I was suitably impressed on my morning walk to see the real deals emerge from the mayor's mansion. Also caught a glimpse of Rep. Charles Rangel.  Next I knew, I was being whisked across the GW bridge to my new groomer -- seems my fancy do's are the latest extravagance to bite the dust in these crazy times.

The Groomer Really Does Have It

She "touched me up" -- my head and my tail -- and then we practiced, like the old days, when ribbons beckoned me.  I must say, I look pretty magnificent.  She gets credit for that, and much much more.

Sheared Genius

I'll say this -- they got my tail right for once. More on that later. But my head? My hair? My beard? I was robbed!  At least it will be cooler in this infernal heat.

BEFORE (comments: good head/bad tail)

AFTER (comments: bad head/good tail)