To my lovely mother who refuses to leave my poor Shihtzu alone and demolish its coat of fur with crayola scissors. I say goodnight to a fluffy, cuddly puppy and I wake up to a practically skinned, hairless chihwawa. Not only that, but said loses all his self confidence and can’t even stand up to a schnauzer on the street like he used to. Now I have to wait a few months before he looks normal again.
—Dino Jr. is ANGRY!
This article appears in Mar 12-18, 2009.
Poor little guy. I had a poodle years ago but I let his coat go shaggy. When he finally did get clipped, he hide under the sofa for three days. I swear to the invisible sky god that he was embarrassed. I never let that happen to him again – and, by the way, he did get over it in time. Get him a sweater, preferably one with ‘DON’T FUCK WITH ME’ written on the back.