I left all the groceries on the counter to spoil and spent the next 3 hours shaving him. I just about slit his neck (literally) cutting too close and he'd finally had enough. He is now completely shaved on top but wouldn't let me touch his belly, his face or his feet. He looks completely abused. JR came home to me in tears covered in hair with a bleeding dog who looked like he'd been on the loosing end of one of those illegal dog riot-fights. You know the ones I'm talking about.
Grandma Dana is coming today to take him to the groomer to finish. JR made her promise to never bring it up again in her life. It was a rough night. We were all too traumatized to take pictures. Try not to imagine it...
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