Dante Adventure - Just a Trim

I wasn't too happy about this. It had all started out fun this morning, with the playing and the wrestling and the breakfast stuff. Really great times, even with Skipper ruffing in my face for most of it. But I would never have expected this. This betrayal.

My magnificent fur coat is being butchered by Gracie. She doesn't know how to do this! In fact, I can't even remember the last time this sort of thing happened. Sure we've had the baths before, a thing which is terrible all by itself. But never this. I have no idea what's gotten into her, but it wasn't easy getting me here.

When I first saw the buzzy clipper thingies, I ran. I had seen what Gracie had done to her long hair before, making it all frizzy and odd so that it took a whole week for us to stop barking at her when she walked through the door. I wasn't about to let that happen to me. I might not even recognize myself. What if I get too cold or something and I need another coat? What if she's plotting to put one of those sweaters on me like I saw on that tiny puppers at the vets office?

I had run a good race, but unfortunately the apartment only has so many places to go. And few of them will hide me very well. I eventually tried tucking under the covers, but it wasn't any good. I was dragged out and into the bathing room to be shaved.

The howling was a sad song, and I could hear Skipper howling in from beyond the doorway. The clippers clipped and I whoooed some more. I lamented my fur coat getting the cuts. This was terrible, now all the dogs at the park are gonna make fun of me. Even those ducks with the funny feathers on their heads will probably laugh too.

Gracie let the buzzers eat my fur, climbing all over me as if it were hungry for puppy dog. I couldn't help but shake and tremble even when Gracie told me everything was going to be alright. How does she know that? There's no way, I've seen what the clipper thingies can do to a pupper, going all bald and shaved like the scary cat I met at the doc's office that one time. And that poor cat was all shaking too, just like I am right now.

Scrambling to get out of the tub did no good. Gracie had the iron grip on me and she wasn't letting go. Without all the water, things weren't slippery like the bathtimes. Those are much easier to escape than this. I was just going to have to bite the bone and accept my fate.

The clippers finally stopped after what seemed like years, but I dared not to open my eyes. Would I have any fur left? Am I bald now? How am I gonna chase my tail if there's no little tuft of fur on the end to fetch?

Gracie let me go so I could hop out of the tub. After she rubbed me down with the towel, I was free to go as long as I followed her. I was worried, terrified of what I would look like. I could already feel the cool air breezing my belly...what other spots had my coat was missing? Oh boy, I don't know which will be worse...the cutting or the results.

Only one way to find out... I gotta see my shadow in Gracie's looking glass.

I was actually impressed by the look of it all. My mane still looked very fluffy, but my belly felt a little naked. My tail was looking good, but my leg fluffies were pretty toasted. I guess it's not that bad after all. Maybe a little less off the top, and if I got some cool spikes, I would be the cool pup at the park.

I was busy admiring myself in the glass when the buzzers started up again. I could hear Skipper howling a sad song too. It was going to be a tough time, but I bet the results will be just fine. In the meantime, I'll sing along with him to keep the company.