Diggy Boy
Some months ago, I decided to cut Diggy's hair. I was thinking that his haircut costs more than any of our family members', so I thought it would be a good idea to cut his hair by myself and save a few buckaroes. Of course, I bought the hairclip machine, and went ahead and tried to cut it. But it wouldn't go in! His hair was so thick, or my patience so thin, that that didn't work out. SO, not deterred by this minor inconvenience, I got my handy dandy scissors, and off I went to cut his hair... This was a DISASTER! Poor Diggy Boy looked soooo bad, and on top of it, he looked ashamed! I swear, he had this horribible look of degradation, I felt so bad. So, I let his hair grow, and I took him to the groomers, after all. And this is him afterwards... Now, two days after this haircut, he was SHIVERING! Everytime I saw him, he was shaking, the poor little thing! He'd get on the couch, shake, in his kennel, shake. So, against my better judgement, Cesar and I went to...