Nekkid Doggy!
Abernathy, my Holy Terrier, normally has this strange wiry coat of hair that makes Albert Einstein's hair look flat and calm. It's not even, well, even - it sticks out randomly all over his body, defying any attempts to guess what sort of breed he might be. He's just... a Holy Terrier, that thinks he's bigger than a Rottweiler. One of his favorite activities is running at full-tilt across the yard towards whatever noise he's decided he needs to bark at, generally straight through any bushes that might be in the way. So, in general, he tends to pick up bits of sticks, leaves, occasionally tree sap, etc. on a random basis - and absolutely =hates= to be brushed. It's usually not too bad, just a few twigs and suchlike that can be removed easily by hand.
. . . But then . . . then the rains came...
The unusually large amount of rain we had earlier this spring has resulted in a =massive= bumper-crop of weeds - foxtails, bullthorns, and the strange little ones that spiral around like a spring and drill their way farther and farther into your skin, seemingly forever {can you tell I don't like them very much?}. As a result, Abernathy has been bringing in a bumper crop of stickers practically dreadlocked into his fur. Since he's so generous (. . .), he's shared lots of those stickers with the rest of us, burying them in our clothes, embedding them in pillows and sheets, and so on.
A few days ago, he finally had enough stickers embedded in his fur that he couldn't sit down. My mom and I spent an hour attempting to brush him out, including having to cut out many dreadlocked clumps of fur and stickers. This was around 10pm, so we let him out for his last potty-break of the night. He was outside for about five, ten minutes at most . . . and returned with almost as many stickers as we had just spent an hour brushing out!
No way in hell was I going to do this every bloody day for the rest of the damn summer. Abernathy, say goodbye to the fur. . . .
Abernathy, as the winner of the Albert Einstein Hair-lookalike contest:
{Actually, this pic was taken when he had somewhat-tamed hair, but you get the idea.}
And now....
"What, you got another dog?"
I have no idea why the pictures are of such disparate size, nor do I know how to shrink the big one.
Oh, and the quote above was what my dad said when he saw my newly-naked puppy.
Cost about $25, since he's little [and now looks even smaller!]. I think I'm going to just keep him shaved down from now on, it's =soooo= nice to not have to pick billions of stickers out of my clothing and bedsheets before being able to sit down or sleep or whatever. I used to have my own clippers, but they were killed by a Act of Human Stupidity (not me, someone else...grrr...). Therefore, I need to get some new clippers and keep Abernathy shaved down myself. But it suuure was nice having someone else do it for me.
. . . But then . . . then the rains came...
The unusually large amount of rain we had earlier this spring has resulted in a =massive= bumper-crop of weeds - foxtails, bullthorns, and the strange little ones that spiral around like a spring and drill their way farther and farther into your skin, seemingly forever {can you tell I don't like them very much?}. As a result, Abernathy has been bringing in a bumper crop of stickers practically dreadlocked into his fur. Since he's so generous (. . .), he's shared lots of those stickers with the rest of us, burying them in our clothes, embedding them in pillows and sheets, and so on.
A few days ago, he finally had enough stickers embedded in his fur that he couldn't sit down. My mom and I spent an hour attempting to brush him out, including having to cut out many dreadlocked clumps of fur and stickers. This was around 10pm, so we let him out for his last potty-break of the night. He was outside for about five, ten minutes at most . . . and returned with almost as many stickers as we had just spent an hour brushing out!
No way in hell was I going to do this every bloody day for the rest of the damn summer. Abernathy, say goodbye to the fur. . . .
Abernathy, as the winner of the Albert Einstein Hair-lookalike contest:
{Actually, this pic was taken when he had somewhat-tamed hair, but you get the idea.}
And now....
"What, you got another dog?"
I have no idea why the pictures are of such disparate size, nor do I know how to shrink the big one.
Oh, and the quote above was what my dad said when he saw my newly-naked puppy.
Cost about $25, since he's little [and now looks even smaller!]. I think I'm going to just keep him shaved down from now on, it's =soooo= nice to not have to pick billions of stickers out of my clothing and bedsheets before being able to sit down or sleep or whatever. I used to have my own clippers, but they were killed by a Act of Human Stupidity (not me, someone else...grrr...). Therefore, I need to get some new clippers and keep Abernathy shaved down myself. But it suuure was nice having someone else do it for me.