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Bad Hair Day!

You’ll notice I have included no photograph with this week’s column and here is the reason. With spring weather bound to arrive at any moment (I hope!), I have been admiring all my friends with their new spring hair dos. I don’t have a coat that requires grooming, but does that mean I can’t indulge? After weeks of nagging my mother, she finally caved and brought me to a groomer to get my very first trim.

He got me up on the table and asked me what I’d like. 

“I don’t know, something short and sassy, but also easy to manage,” I explained. “I’m not one for daily brushing or styling.”

“I think I know exactly the look you’re going for,” the groomer said as he fired up his clippers.

I sat patiently as he trimmed and cut and snipped and brushed. My nerves flared every time I saw him reach for a new tool, but my vanity would quickly kick in and subdue my fear. Minutes, maybe hours passed, until finally he said, “All done!”

I stepped off the table and walked into the waiting room to meet my mom. I immediately felt a chilly breezy on my belly, but I didn’t think too much of it until my mom spotted me. I saw her jaw drop and her eyes widen, and I knew something was wrong.

“How does it look?” I asked nervously. “Do you like it?”

My mom just stared in disbelief. She put my leash on and walked me quickly to the car not saying anything. As I jumped in the back, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. “Oh my God!!!”

The groomer had nearly shaved me bald! 

“Mom! What am I going to do? I can’t be seen at Tupancy like this?”

“Marty don’t worry, it will grow back.” 

“That will take weeks! Months even!”

“You’ll see, by July, you’ll be begging for it to be shaved back down. I think it looks cute. And look on the bright side. It will be easier to find ticks…”

I finally talked her into letting me wear a sweater until it grows in. And I hate sweaters! But vanity has once again gotten the better of me. Bring on the itchiness and rashes, I can’t let my friends see me like this!

So if there comes a beautiful spring day and you spot a sheepish dog in a sweat, that shamefully yours truly.

Marty is voiced by Janet Forest, a full time pet sitter on Nantucket.