It’s that time of year again. Edgar managed to grow his hair out and needed a trim. Only, due to an unfortunate series of events he managed to get the worst haircut of his life. He doesn’t know it thankfully. Here he is posing with Aggie before I slaughtered his hair.
I left his nice dog clippers outside when we had all the renovations going on and I never took them back inside. Then when I went to go get them there was rust on two of the blades and the clippers didn’t want to work. Lee got the clippers going again thankfully, but the blade I usually used on Edgar wouldn’t cut. So I poorly worked around that. Then my thinning shears went kaput and wouldn’t close due to some weird issues. The poor dude looks like one patchy wreak. Best not to have a full on body picture of him or you might embarrass him by your laughing. The front is bad enough.
Uhhh… He looks like he has felted.
Ha, he’s all smiles in the first pic, and all serious in the second pic!
Yeah, not so happy in the second picture even though I was dangling a treat over his head.