Day 239: Oops.

TIFU by agreeing to have my dog get a “lion cut.” (Bonus points for those who got the Reddit reference.)

Lion cuts aren’t for every dog, as I learned the hard way today when B got groomed.

Little did I know, the old Russian lady’s definition of a lion cut meant the body would be entirely shaved. Little else did I know, lion cuts look hideous on most dogs—except for the famously adorable Boo.

So if she were to ask me again if I wanted B to have a lion cut–NO. JUST NO.

This was the best photo that still made her look semi-cute. All others elicit a gag reflex.
This was the best photo that still made her look semi-cute. All others elicit a gag reflex.

Now my dog’s head looks ginormous, her pale skin is showing (i.e., she’s naked), and most importantly, she doesn’t look as cuddly.

My ever-so-dramatic mom even put a blanket over her in fear of her being cold. In the summer.

Her reaction?

"Piss off."
“Piss off.”