Your mother did it to you, and now I’ve done it to poor little Violet.
I’m talking about the Dorky Haircut.
I think most most of us had to suffer through at least one of these or, if you were really unfortunate, years’ worth. And if money was tight (as at our house), the original Dorky Haircut was compounded by Mom’s trimming of your bangs and let’s face it — severely angled cuts were only popular for about 10 minutes in the late ’80s (by which time I was pushing 30 and buying my own [occasionally dorky] haircuts, thank you).
Anyway, on to poor Violet. Violet is a mixed breed, combining a long haired dog (Havanese) with some kind of short-haired terrier. Her normal coat looks like this:
Unfortunately, Violet’s coat is prone to matting and I’ll admit I don’t give her regular brushings. It’s much easier just to have her trimmed every spring.
Now I’ll admit, her normal spring trimming is dorky enough — shaved down to about 1/2″ with longer hair on her head, ears, tail, and moustache. Here’s a couple of samples:
Short but cute-enough and certainly easy, like pixie cuts for very little girls.
So here’s what happened — the local grooming shop is pricey, not terribly clean, and sells puppy-mill puppies, so this time I decided to have the groomer at my vet’s office do Violet’s cut.* I’d been told the groomer was a bit, um, utilitarian, but it was less expensive and I have seen other dogs that have visited her. The real problem is that, unlike a grooming business, I didn’t get to talk to the groomer, and the preferences I left with the vet receptionist did not get passed on. And now this is what poor little Violet looks like:
Shaved to a scant 1/4″, no longer hair on ears or head, no moustaches, and from the back, she looks like she’s had a Brazilian wax! (I’m not going to post an posterior shot of Violet because even little gray dogs deserve a bit of respect).
There it is. I saved $10 on Violet’s trim and avoided supporting puppy mills and our reward is the fact that Violet looks like the demon spawn of an Italian greyhound and a deranged goat. With an expensive wax job. When we got home, Ricky followed Violet around, just staring at her, for about an hour.
And did I mention she’s always cold? Because right now in NW Iowa, we also got us a blizzard!
*Thus making Violet suffer doggie dorkiness for my principles…..