Chili Dawg, at 16 weeks old is finally vaccinated enough to be taken into the world and our first order of business was to find a groomer.  True to my nature, I obsessed over finding the right groomer; I read countless reviews on Yelp and Kudzu, got recommendations from neighbors and called each establishment personally.  Initially I had an appointment booked at a chi-chi Buckhead salon way across town, but then against my better judgement I took my obsessiveness down a couple of notches and made an appointment at a neighbor-recommended groomer closer to home.   Upon meeting the groomer this morning I had a long conversation with her, specifying that I wanted scissors used, not clippers.  We seemed to be on the same page.  Still I was very nervous about leaving him there.

This is what he looked like before leaving home today.  We wanted to keep him scruffy looking, but clearly he needed to be able to see better.

And this is what he looks like now; I didn’t even recognize him!  His face was shaved down too much.

Yes, he can see better, but the essence of Chili Dawg is gone; his expression is totally different now!  Waah!  It’s an outrage, a scandal!  

The next time he gets groomed (not at the same place!), I am going to be the crazy stage mom telling the groomer exactly what to do.  I will have these photos with me to show an example of what NOT to do.   As God as my witness,  nobody will ever give my puppy a bad hair day again!