For the month of March, I'll be writing with the Slice of Life community. Disclaimer: I'll be writing every day so the writing will be a bit unpolished most days. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for bringing this community together and for inspiring me to try to find the stories that surround me each day.
Trudy is a Tibetan Terrier with wild hair. This is how we know she has always been meant to be part of our family; it's the hair. She fits right in around here as there isn't a person in this house that doesn't have some wild hair. In the warmer months, we keep Trudy's fur very short, but in the winter we let it grow out to keep her warm. As the cold months drag on, she begins to look like she's gained massive amounts of weight as her fur curls and points in every direction. Brushing her doesn't change anything. (Another sign she fits right into this family.) By the end of winter, she more than needs a haircut.
Dropping Trudy off, the groomer comes over to check her out. She laughs, "We're going to have to shave her all the way down." She assesses her thick fur, her face, her tail.
"We like to let her fur grow across the winter. Maybe it's not the best idea, but it does make for great before and after pictures," I quip.
"She'll be great," the groomer adds seeming to notice Trudy's calm ways. Everyone who works with Trudy comments on her pleasant disposition.
Hours pass and eventually the groomer calls to let us know Trudy is ready. Upon arrival, Trudy is excited to get back in the car, but she doesn't seem a bit excited about her new look. She seems a bit uncomfortable in her new skin and, believe me, new skin is exactly the right phrase as she is shaved nearly down to it. She looks like she lost twenty pounds. The groomer has even taken the fur on her face and ears all the way down. Trudy won't hardly maintain eye contact with us. Having lost her warm winter blanket on another cold day, she seems to be having a hard time adjusting to the cold. At least this groomer hasn't added insult to injury by trying to add some pretty bows. Trudy never likes that.
When Trudy arrives back home, she immediately goes to the living room, curls up, and looks at us disapprovingly. This is our routine every spring. It will likely be a few days before she is happy about this new haircut.
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