Snoop hates me today.
I don’t blame him.
I had to give him a bath yesterday because he was filthy from his romp in the hood. As I was bathing him, I noticed his hair was matted up pretty bad, and he had all kinds of debris stuck to him. I decided to try to give him a little trim to cut some of the mess off.
I did this once before and well, I’m really bad with scissors. Once I start, I don’t know when to stop. I get carried away trying to “even things out.” I ended up cutting off at least 39 pounds of his hair off and he looks horrible. It’s all uneven and choppy. (small voice) He looks like an over-sized rat.(/small voice)
I feel so bad.
But probably not as bad as he feels. He has been moping around the house all morning, no life in his step, just dragging along. I imagine he’s thinking “how will I ever face my homies again?” Or whatever it is that dogs say when they’ve had their dignity stripped from them.