Oh hey, how you doin'? Today we got a lot of pictures of the dogs because it was haircut week around here, and you know how I love to share boring, mundane details that probably nobody but my siblings care about on my Friday blog posts. Because when the world is what it is, sometimes it's nice to just talk puppies and ChapStick, can ya dig?
But before we get into our Before & After collages, head on over to Robin Jones Gunn's blog and bookshop to check out the insane sale she's running for the next few days. I just got 3 books that I've had my eye on for ages, all for less than $10! You won't want to miss it.
Anyway, back to hair. If you hadn't noticed, it's been like, the hottest summer ever with temps over 100 degrees down here in the Sunshine State every.single.day. And I'm not complaining, but I'm definitely staying inside and drinking my fair share of ice water more often than not. Even my boys have been preferring to chill inside with me than play around in the yard, and who can blame them when they've got these shaggy coats?
It's been especially rough on Major, what with that jet black hair and this being his first summer alive and all. As you can see, their eyes had disappeared again which means: time to lose your dignity and get shorn.
Look at them! They always seem bigger to me after a haircut which by all calculations just doesn't make sense, but that's how I feel. Yes, they look skinny and like they probably just escaped from a canine refugee camp, but somehow, they seem more grown up and tall and wiry, and it makes me a little sad. Anyway, let's look a little more closely at Colonel's makeover, shall we?
Colonel hates haircuts. He acts like it's the biggest affront in the world, like it's the worst possible torture we could have dreamed up and submitted him to, and by the time I get him home he just goes off and curls up by himself to try and regain some of his pride, poor thing. I think it also mortally offends him that I leave him there. He suffers from a bit of separation anxiety. Bless. Unfortunately, haircuts are a part of life, so it's something we both just have to toughen up and get through.
Major, on the other hand, could not care less. New place? New people? New smells? Being left? Getting shots? Getting bathed? Getting a haircut? Nothing phases him. He is your quintessential dog: loving everything about life and happy to see any new person with his tongue hanging out and tail wagging ferociously. He's so easy and laid back. What a champ.
Oh and guess what? The dogs aren't the only ones that got a new do this week:
That's right. I got a good 7-8 inches taken off myself this week. I feel pretty light and breezy, and it takes me about 2 seconds to wash my hair now. Maybe I'll even start brushing my hair more. #shorthairdontcare #summercut
Well, that's about all I've got to say for Hancock Makeover Week 2016 so let's wrap this up with a photo of my whole little posse.
These 3 boys make my life good, and I don't know what I'd do without them.
"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither of shadow of turning."
~James 1:17 (KJV)~
What are you doing to beat the heat during these dog days of summer?