Don't ever let her cut your hair...

Last week while my husband was on a youth trip, I had the task of taking Lucy boy, (as she is known by our toddler) our silky terrier rescue from the pound, to her annual vet appointment, which is not typically a big deal, but just days earlier she had been groomed. I wasn't entirely satisfied with how the professional groomers had cut her, so I thought I could try to just clean things up a bit. It started out innocent, just trimming her beard and the hair above her eyes. Then, the scissors went wild, they just kept snipping and snipping until, well, as my husband puts it, our cute terrier ended up with a doggie mullet. Her muzzle and forehead were nearly shaved. My husband came home from work that afternoon and looked at me and asked what happened to her. He said he walked in the door speaking to her as always and when she looked up at him all he could do was grimace in horror. The next day, she was scheduled for her vet appointment. I wanted to cancel it, but then I decided if they commented about her hair, I would blame my husband since he wouldn't be there and couldn't defend himself. The appointment seemed to be going smoothly until the vet, who looked incredibly young, asked Lucy boy, "who cut your hair?" Ashamed at my handiwork and ashamed to blame my innocent husband, I confessed it was me. She laughed (which I was slightly offended) and said, "good, I thought maybe she was being shaved and moved or jerked and the groomer did a poor job of fixing it. I wasn't gonna reccommend that groomer to anyone." Then she glanced at my daughter laughing and said, "don't ever let mom cut your hair." Then, it got worse, the assistant came in the room and asked the same question to Lucy, to which the vet said, "it was someone in this room and it wasn't me and they are over the age of five." The assistant laughed and said, "oh, I thought your daughter might have gotten a hold of scissors." I'm glad that day is over...