62: Terror

TOWTLH has spent quite some time attempting to control my shaggy locks by trimming them with nail scissors.  Sometimes I let her get on with it. At other times I simply present her with the side of me she has already trimmed and refuse to turn when she tries to gently nudge me around.

This was a gentle game that  gave me a little bit of fun - and a moral victory relating to who is in control of my appearance.

Now its all gone wrong!

I heard my beans talking (yes, they are in this together) about taking me to a ‘dog groomer’ where I would be given a full trim with scissors, machines and god knows what

I hate going to the vets but this sounds so much worse.  My fur will be forcibly removed - whether I like it or not.  For what? 

To make me look nice?

To make me cooler in the summer?

To confirm to some artificial idea of what a dog should look like?

It won’t improve my health or well-being,  It won’t be pleasant.  It strikes me as being barbaric.

Can someone have a word with them, please. 

And quickly - I’m not sure when they plan to do the dirty deed. 

I am living in a permanent state of terror.