Big Day Tomorrow

It's gotten bad.

It’s gotten bad. (That’s his face…!)

Everything I wrote before about important posts and cover posts is just so much misdirection. I’m worried about the important stuff. Raebert is getting a haircut tomorrow. I have to deliver him between 7:30 and 9:00 to a ‘professional.’ Who’s a professional when it comes to deerhounds? No one I’ve ever met.

I wouldn’t do it. But he’s a mess. A complete and utter mess.

Seems like just a few weeks ago that I had it sort of under control. Brushings and like that. Then it all just went nuts.

Ever seen a coat like that? Thicker than all the thistles in Scotland.

Ever seen a coat like that? Thicker than all the thistles in Scotland.

Lying down, at a distance like that and stuff, he looks even worse.

What happened to my beamish boy? He's becoming a sinister Harry Potter forest.

What happened to my beamish boy? He’s becoming a sinister Harry Potter forest.

But I have faith. In him if nothing else.

Because I know who he is underneath the everything.

My Boy.

My Boy.

Before we knew him, he knew us. He was waiting for us. Don't talk to us about scary.

Before we knew him, he knew us. He was waiting for us. Don’t talk to us about scary.

4 thoughts on “Big Day Tomorrow

  1. Ha! I must share: I had this post up in my browser. The red-headed five-year-old was walking by, pointed at the pictures, and said “That needs to be brushed!”

    Indeed. Be sure to post the “after” pictures, so I can show him.

  2. Take heart, he’s going to look like the prince he is. There might be a short period of ‘awkward new haircut’, but before too long, you’ll see him with the new cut as the norm.

  3. Can’t do it today. Had a severe senior moment yesterday. (You don’t want to know.) We’re just going to hang out for a bit for now.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *