Many of you know all about my freakish Scottish terrier named Scott. If you don't already know him, take a minute to peruse previous posts to learn his crazy history as a Barclay.
Anyway, since we adopted him about 3 years ago Ryan has been trying DESPERATELY to help him grow a beautiful, traditional, Scottish skirt. This is hard work—after every romp in the woods there are branches dragging behind him and burdocks smooshed into every nook and cranny. If you know anything about Scottish terriers I don't need to tell you that they do NOT like to be groomed! So, this traditional, Scottish skirt has been a labor of love for over 3 years.
About 2 weeks ago Ryan decided it was time to stop the madness. (Now I know how it must feel to be a parent and just simply give up on a ridiculous idea and just let your kids be who they want to be) He made an appointment with Kim. Now, Kim is a special, special woman. She understands our timid and temperamental Scott and loves him anyway (especially if there is a generous tip attached) and she is LITERALLY the only groomer in the city that will allow an appointment with our little angel.
Yesterday was the DAY for Scott; Ryan sheepishly took him into his date with Kim. Kim took ONE look at his beloved, traditional, Scottish skirt and laughed; knowing there was no way she was going to be able to save it. Ryan gave the okay to do whatever was necessary to make Scott not dready and nasty…. EVEN if it meant shaving him completely.
Now, NO ONE thinks that when they give the okay to do something drastic the situation is ever going to ACTUALLY arise—well, let me be the FIRST to say that yesterday it did AND we've been laughing ever since. His new nickname is "The Mooose".
Scott BEFORE The MOOOOSe AFTER
We're all enjoying a good laugh at his expense and it's making him rather cranky… I better go before he eats the cat!
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