It was time for Max and Boo to each get a “beauty treatment,” and the results are hilarious.
Let’s be honest, neither of them were thrilled about going to the groomers. Hell, a car ride alone was enough to have the poor little pooches shaking and crying. I felt sorry for them for a moment, but they needed a haircut and nails clipped.
I had expected Max to growl at the employees, but he was too shocked to be the 5 pound entity of anger that he usually is. We also expected Boo to cry bloody murder and wee herself as soon as a stranger picked her up… Instead she was literally scared shitless. That was a mess that no one expected.
We picked them up a couple of hours later, and holy crap. For five minutes we had to contemplate whether or not we were picking up our dogs or little aliens. It wasn’t until Boo started whining to be held by my mom and Max went on a barking frenzy at a cat that we knew they were our little monsters of awkwardness.
Boo isn’t fond of losing all her fur and she is still traumatized from her journey, so she has been laying on the couch all day while cuddled with my jacket for warmth. Max, however, has been playing more than usual and happily showing off his new ‘do.
All in all, at least they’re more comfortable now. Here’s hoping the cats will actually come around them instead of freaking out over the strange-looking dogs sniffing them.