a doggie haircut

Jak went for a long overdue haircut yesterday. It's amazing. I prepare myself for the shock each time, but every single time he has his hair cut, I'm amazed at how he suddenly becomes half the dog he was. I leave him at the counter this big unruly, fluffy, straggly, bearded dog. And I return to this neat, cute little.... well... rat, really. And I remember how big his eyes are. Actually, that he has eyes to start with.

It's like this - an old page I did of him last year. While I was on the Blue Cardigan Design Team (hi Daphney and Ange!!) - they're all BC papers.



Before is what he looked like yesterday. After is today. What a little cutie! And here's what I wrote on it:

It happens every time... I take you for your haircut. When I leave you at the counter, you look like a little white fluffy bear. When I arrive back, they place this little scrawny terrier in front of me.

Is that my dog?

Everytime!

“No surely!”, I think. “That’s not my dog! It doesn’t look anything like my dog.”

The first time was the worst. The first time, I actually asked if they were sure you were mine. They assured me you were. I ask you each time, “Jak?”, just to be sure. Relieved when you prick up your ears to my tentative query.

I take you home, looking at you in the rear vision mirror all the way.. This neat, orderly little dog occupies your place on the back seat. What happened to my little round shabby fluff ball? You look so much smaller. So vulnerable without all your hair. Like a little puppy all over again.

I get home and let you inside. You race off to find your favourite plastic bone and bring it to me to play. And that’s when I’m sure. Ah yes, you are my dog after all.

Have a great day everyone.
Kathie