In case y'all don't remember, this is my baby:
His name is Rowlf and I am in love with his floppiness. I love that he frequently looks like a big throw rug. I also love his personality. He's so mellow it's unreal and I love it.
We've taken him to the groomers before and they did a good job, but they didn't really trim his face enough, so it grew back pretty quickly.
So I sent Bean to take him back and asked him to instruct them to trim his face a little better..
My big wonderful floppy dog has been turned into a fucking poodle. And yes, I realize that he's a goldendoodle and therefore is a poodle (or at least he's 75% a poodle), but if I'd wanted a fucking poodle, I would have bought a fucking poodle instead of an adorable floppy mop.
I'm so upset. I literally cried when Bean brought him home.
I guess it's good that he can see, but his Halloween costume is ruined.. He was going to be Chewbacca.