Gene decided that Woody needed a haircut. He thought he was too hairy, that he was too hot, and too heavy when he was soaking wet. Gene's idea of a cut was a buzz. Take the guard off the clippers and have at it! I protested!
I finally agreed that he could have someone trim him up. With the idea being that his fur would remain about 2 inches in length.
Can you imagine my sadness when I saw my dog looked like this!
Its a bad cell phone photo, but you can still see that he's bald! His hair is not 2 inches long! WTF!
This was how he looked Sunday. Don't you love his life jacket?!? Safety first!
I know its only hair, and I know it will grow back. And Woody seems really happy with it. I just miss this Woody