Mom cut my hair today for the very first time. Honestly, I don’t think she knew what she was doing! She kept on starting, stopping, cutting and recutting. I tried to say, “Hey Mom, stop! I’m not going to have any beard left if you keep this up! Pl-e-a-s-e stop!” Did she listen? No. She kept on snipping this way and that. All the while, she was watching a video of another dog getting a hair cut. Every once in a while, she would stop the video, push my head this way and that and say, “How in the heck did they do that?” She’d take a few snips and then she would watch the same video all over again. All the while saying, “How the heck did they do that!” Snip, snip. (She did this forever!) Snip, video, snip, video. Oh, she would also say, “Lucy, can you please hold still!” Finally, she stopped cutting my hair for a really long time and she just watched the video. I got really bored just laying there; so, I started chewing on my brand new toy. I think mom called it…..a brush. It was really easy to chew up. But it didn’t taste like a treat so I spit out all of the pieces. When mom noticed my beautiful work she said, “Oh Lucy!”
Then, mom went right back to clipping away my hair. When she was finally finished, she looked at me and laughed out loud. I hope I don’t look too ridiculous!
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