Bad Haircut

Hairy Rusty
Rusty has short thick fur perfect for winter, but not for summer!

Every Summer, just when the temperature begins to rise, I take Rusty–my Shiba Inu/Terrier mix–to get shaved at Petco, and he always comes back home with an attitude. Not until last Wednesday did I understand why.

My son had Taekwondo class at 4:15 p.m. at the Titus Institute, and my husband was able to take him. I left my boys at the class and ran to the Great Clips next door for a quick trim. Even though this franchise has a reputation of “assembly line” hair cuts, I trusted this place for almost a year without complaint. Unfortunately, that day, a comet was crossing the Earth’s orbit because a rain of meteors crashed on my head. 

Sitting in front of the mirror I told the hairdresser: “Please, cut it even long the back and just a few layers in the front to frame my face“. Dear Reader, did that sound like English or Chinese to you? I guess my Latin accent confused her–not that I sound like Sofia Vergara on Modern Family.

All I know, is that 15 minutes later I left that clip joint wearing a “mushroom” hat made out of bangs coming from the middle of my head complemented by a sexy mullet in the back. I was in a hurry to see my son at his “super heyo” class as he he calls it, so I put up my hair in a bun and only realized the extent of the disaster the next morning. When I was blow drying it, short, wavy, and frizzy hairs were pointing to the sky making me look like Albert Einstein after electroshock therapy.

Although I wanted to hide from the world, I had to go to my son’s preschool Mother’s Day celebration at 12:15 p.m. I wore the “happy face” mask for my baby and his class, and then I spent the rest of the afternoon looking for a professional hair place. Do you know one? Where you have to make an appointment before you go, because they don’t take “walk-ins” and actually know how to cut hair? That kind of place. But off course, my luck, they were all booked so I had to wait two days.

On Thursday morning, I was at the Salon & Spa Indulge at 11 a.m. sharp. The nicest girl from Ohio, named Becky, rescued me from going off the deep end. I asked her to give me her cell phone and warned her that I would stalk her if she ever left the salon. I’m not kidding; another bad haircut and I might become the female version of Rambo.

When I got home from my repair hair appointment I looked at Rusty; he fixed his eyes on me, and I could swear he was telling me: “Now you know what I feel like when the Petco woman shaves the hairs around my butt too short. Pay back!“.

There was my lesson of the week. I truly believe Rusty was a wise man in another life because he teaches in silence, like Yoda from Star Wars. He is a dog of principles. For that, and because I love him, I promised that the next time he goes for a shave, I will ask the groomer to be careful, because nobody deserves a bad haircut, especially around the butt.

Thanks for reading and sharing.

Xiomara Spadafora

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One Reply to “Bad Haircut”

  1. Hi Xio! This one is just adorable, made me laugh. Liked how you said the comet crossed Earth’s orbit, etc. And, about Rusty and his principles is good Xio…you have a knack) Looking forward to next week!

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