Sadly, thanks to me, my dog now wins that title. He rolled in something repulsive outside, so he had to have a bath tonight. As I was drying him, I noticed that he had some mats, even though I brush him regularly (I guess I should start using the comb on him instead of the brush). I had to cut a few of them out, which gave me a "bright" idea: Why wait for Mom to give him a haircut? Shouldn't a woman of twenty-five be capable of cutting her own dog's hair?
The answer to that last question is a very large, emphatic NO!!! Unfortunately, I was not smart enough to realize this. So, with a trim-trim here and a trim-trim there . . . my dog soon looked horrible. I tried to cut more to correct the mess, and made a bigger mess of it. My dog looks like he got into a fight with a weed-wacker and lost. I will never again attempt to trim Jasper's hair. Clearly, I am too inept to attempt something of this magnitude!
Jasper is now curled on the opposite end of the couch, as far away as he can get from me, glaring at me as I type this. Even he knows that he looks stupid.
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