Poor Guinto and Dyster

We are the worst pet parents ever. When it comes to hair cuts...we like to procrastinate. We wait until poor Guinto's hair covers his eyes and he can no longer see. We hold off until Dyster's little beard gets "bed head" when he sits up after waking from his doggy nap. All of the waiting is partly due to our busy schedules, partly due to laziness, and largely because the only person we trust to groom our pups is an hour and a half away.

About a year after we bought Guinto and Dyster we got this bright idea that we were going to attempt to groom them ourselves. We went out and bought what we thought were fancy special dog clippers. We ran them around to tire them out. We gave them each a bath. We dried and brushed them carefully so they were clean and ready to go.

In our tiny bathroom, I attempted to hold Dyster still as Adam started cutting away. About 3 hours, one fight, and a half shaved dog later, we gave up. There are people who go to school to do this job. And from then on, we vowed to leave it up to Adam's cousin Stephanie, who happens to own her own business doing this very thing we failed so miserably at. We drop the dogs off at Studio K9, get our errands done, and pick them up. No trying to hold the dogs still. No hair all over our bathroom. No sad puppies. And no fighting.

It's that time again.