Oney's First Hair Cut

I am a little embarresed that I am putting this on here, but I have to tell you. Taking Oney in to be groomed was one of the funniest experiences ever. When I walked in a lady said "Oh, here comes the baby" When I walked up to the desk, this lady with three clumps per lash mascara googled Oney. She started talking baby talk & cooing to him. She turns to me & says "Momma he is scared, but we will have so much fun here. We will take good care of him." ...Okay....

I wished so badley that I had my camera. I would have milked it along. I would have taken a picture with the two of them together.
I didn't really care for the "Teddy Bear" cut she gave him, but I guess it will grow out. They put a little bandana on him. I do have to say he smelled wonderful, or rather, he didn't smell at all!
DISCLAIMER: For me, having a house dog is like being gay. I am getting used to a new life style. I want to bring him when we go some where, but not every one is comfortable with it. I am embarrassed to admit it to some, but excited to tell others. My family doesn't condone it. For many it is "natural". I find myself pleasantly surprised at how much I like it. I want others to like it as much as I do, but I understand that it grosses people out. This is a new world for me. It has been an eye-opening experience.