A haircut gone wrong.
No- not my haircut. Poor Carter’s. As you all probably know, Carter usually sports his moppy ‘do around town. Depending on how much time he’s given me to brush and trim him, he may or may not be able to see. And running in the woods with my parent’s golden, well- it was always messy. So, in light of my upcoming trip and his upcoming vacation at my parent’s house, I took him to the groomer- the same groomer that did an amazing job on him in his early days. Well, I showed them this picture of what I wanted:
Cute, right?
Well, my sweet boy, who went in looking like this: 
came out like this:
I am not amused OR pleased.
What would possess them to remove my little pup’s “einstein-esque” flocks?? The upside? He won’t get dirty easily over the next two weeks romping around with the golden retriever. The downside? My sweet Cockapoo puppy looks like a knockoff toy poodle. (ugh)
Here’s to hoping it grows out a little more before I get back. I’m so sorry, Carter.
