Whatcom County has finally moved to coronavirus “Phase II,” which means I have an appointment with my gay Mormon barber tomorrow morning.
So far the dogs have only made it onto a long waiting list at the groomer’s. Which is unfortunate, because Bear and Buster’s hair situation is much more dire than mine.
The good news from our long daily walks is that most viewers now recognize Bear has crossed the line to “shaggy.” We were getting tired of hearing “fluffy,” which is offensive poodle-shaming.
Buster can’t see, but he’s still merely fluffy. He always will be. For Buster it’s a state of mind, like “blonde.”
While we’re waiting for a call from the dog groomer, I bought a bottle of canine shampoo, put on my swimsuit, and climbed into the tub with each of them. A good time was had by all.
Now I’m trying to decide which one-word hair icon Bear most resembles: Barbra? Farrah? Rachel? Or a Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome Tina?