I shaved my dog today. I’m not saying I’m proud of it, but it happened.
I brought Zoey down to Florida this weekend, and the new house has dark wood floors, and … well … the hair! It was everywhere! We took her for a “furminator” bath and pedicure to try to get it under control. When we came back to get her, the groomer told us that she had tried to get all the hair but it just kept brushing out, and had we ever thought of just having Zoey shaved? Apparently, people do this all the time in Florida. Even to labs. Who knew?
We kind of looked at each other, neither of us really wanting to be the one to approve. “You will have, like, almost no dog hair in the house!” the groomer promised. “And she will look so cute!”