This morning Charlie looked like an Ewok. Or a very small Chewbacca. His ears had shrunk into his fur and his feet were just fluffballs on the ends of his legs.
I think he rather likes being mistaken for a macho actor.
But, unbeknown to him, Mom had booked him in to see Helen at the groomers this morning, to sort out his shaggy ewokness.
He doesn’t really like being groomed.
I think he feels that its not very manly. I keep telling him that male grooming is all the rage these days but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t believe me.
He says real men have furry chests.
At the groomers, Charlie got plonked in the bath regardless of his opinion on hairy men. So he sighed, smiled and pretended to enjoy himself as usual.
He had his bath without too much trouble, but with plenty of wriggling.
He even modelled the pink thing.
He did not look very manly.
After dancing around with the hairdryer and the very wriggly haircut, (Helen has the patience of a saint) Charlie had a quick spray of cologne and came home.
I ran over to check him out
Yes. He smells like flowers.
Very macho. (Not)
But I have to admit he looks fabulous. Well done Helen.
Hairy chests aren’t everything Charlie.