Shay’s Least Favorite Day

My Daddy Left me home alone with Mommy. That alone makes me sad. Then Mommy said that we were going to play beauty parlor. I thought that might mean we were going to do her nails, but no. Mommy got the clippers out and knew what that meant.

So before I even had a chance to run and hide Mommy put me up on the kitchen counter. She knew it was too high for me to jump down from, so I stood there shivering. She got the clippers out and put a number 2 guard on them. I had not seen those things since the pandemic.

Apparently Mommy forgot to make my grooming appointments for after Maine and now there are no appointments until January. So I am going to have to at home haircuts for the rest of the year. This is not going to make me happy.

Since Mommy had not precharged the clippers the whole haircut took longer than it should have. Every time she got a good run of hair cut the clippers would stop. While she was giving them a good charge she cut my feet and face with the scissors. Oh the indignity of the whole at home grooming.

It probably took an hour and I knew it was a bad haircut based on the amount of hair on the floor. I did not bother to go look in the mirror. Instead I slunk off to the sunroom and hid under some pillows.

The only good news is she did not also give me a bath or cut my nails. I think that might be coming next week. There is only so much Mommy can handle in one weekend. She knows I am still mad at her because I would not look at her when she wanted to take my picture. Next year she won’t make this mistake and not make grooming appointments well in advance.