White Dog was on her way to the dog door when she noticed what Steve was preparing to do to me. She hurried out and then came back in to sit in the office doorway where she could see down the hall and observe.
Zsofia, lying on the bed, began to howl softly after the first couple of snips. Opal paced nervously back and forth. Bella stood yipping at the threshold. Bailey moved protectively in front of me and laid down.
I continued to hold the little plastic basin while Steve lopped off my way overgrown hair and let if fall in. "Sweet Protective Babies," I told them. "Worry not, dad is not harming me. All is good. You are going to need to move a little Bai."
She looked suspiciously at Steve and sighed. She heaved herself up onto the bed next to Zso who continued her song of lament. Roman maintained his ground at the dog flap ready to flee if the need should present itself.
Tizenegy strolled past Bella just as Steve turned on the little vacuum to catch the hairs that had escaped the basin. It was enough to send him back to the safety of his bed.
"There you have it, kids. All done. And it feels so much better. I think that was the longest I have gone without a haircut in a VERY long time." The White Dog Army had to see for themselves that I was all right. A line formed to sniff the cut hair in the basin ("Opal, drop it! They are not free samples.") and then the group expected me to kiss each on the face so that they could also assess the cut up close.
White Dog could not help but point out the amount of grey mixed in with the fur color. She winked at my suggestion that perhaps it was the result of the powder Steve had used to catch and brush off all the tiny stray clipped pieces.
"Ever think that maybe WE have contributed to that hair?" Opal defended. "Maybe we are moving her closer and closer to being a White Dog."
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