Lupin's Debacle

I thought I was being a good dog owner. From time to time, I like to think of myself that way. It gives a nice boost to my confidence. You see, I made an appointment for Lupin to get a haircut. After 8 months without a real cut (I made a half hearted buzz attempt at around month 5 that got us to 8), I surrendered to the costs of the groomer and brought Lupin in. And when I say I brought Lupin in to get groomed I really mean Greg did. But I arranged it, so that counts, right?

Anyways. Lupin's fur does a funny thing for him. When he has it, he looks like a cuddly dog with substance.
He's got good fur to sink your fingers into and pull on (at least that is what my daughter thinks). You take one look at him and you just want to cuddle him close. He looks like a nice medium sized dog. Lupin: The perfect, cuddly cockapoo.

And then you go cut off his hair and WAM!



You've got yourself a girl-y looking, yippy poodle-dog.

Lupin is never pleased looking like a girl. He often returns ashamed. When he visits my parents' dogs, Casper, an American Eskimo with long, flowing white hair, visibly laughs at him. I'm not kidding. He loves to taunt the poor guy after a hair cut.

But this time his simple grooming brought too much to the table for the little guy to handle.

The groomer seemed to get a little carried away with the "Girl Poodle" look and shaved much to close to his...well...member. (How's that for politically correct?!)

The poor guy. He's walked around in pain all week. Some of the time, he refused to walk at all.

Eventually, I had to intervene and start applying my daughter's diaper cream and various skin barriers to the area. I even got out some breastfeeding cream (GASP! I KNOW!?!) and applied it.

It was gross. It was degrading. But, I love my dog.

Sadly, the pain grew beyond our control so this morning I had to bring him into the vet.

Now, he looks like this.
You probably note that I am having to hold him still for this picture. He simply did not want to be photographed. Also, please continue to note my daughter in the background trying to suck on his blow up collar; She's a smart girl.

Needless to say, the poor guy has been through a lot.

And, tonight, for sure, I am making Greg apply the cream to help the guy out.

*Now, don't get concerned. I am fully aware that you are all thinking "Did she really just blog about her dogs junk?"/"Why did she decided to blog about that? Gross!"

To answer: Yes, I did just blog about that. And I did it because I don't really have much shame when it comes to blogging about that sort of stuff.

And yes. I agree.

Gross!