It takes a great feat of asshole-ery to get to the point of agitation that I am at right now. Sure, I may flame the odd poster then and there, but nothing compares to the fucking bullshit of what just occurred.
It's the middle of summer, I have family from across the country coming over, and I have a very beautiful (well, was) pooch named Keegan. Keegan is a Shetland Sheepdog, who along with being very beautiful is also very energetic and upbeat. My sister and her children are coming over to my house next week. I intentionally didn't send them a picture of my dog Keegan, just so I can surprise her and my 8 and 4 year old nephews with just how beautiful this dog is. To give you an example of what Keegan lookED like, here is a picture off wikipedia. It looks just like Keegan DID:
Look, I am no over the top pet psycho, the ones who truly deserve medical help. I value human life more than an animals, but I do love my pets and treat them as if they are part of the family. I feed them regularly, I brush their hair and teeth, walk them everyday. Everything. I know some failing stand up comics on this forum will try to test out their new material and experiment with what string of adjectives they can come up with for an insult for taking this too serious or obsessing over my dog. I don't care, and if you were in my sandals you would be feel the same way I do.
So back on subject, my sister and her kids are coming over next week. I decide to bring my dog to a pet grooming salon. Get a trim, clean him off, fluff him up anything to make him even more presentable. I bring him to the Pink Poodle and I tell this fat ass kid whose mom probably works there and he has nothing to do so he takes people's requests from behind the counter.
Me: Hey there, can I get a trim for my dog, Keegan.
Fat fuck: Uh, ok
Me: I just want his hair trimmed down a bit, you know, have him look good
Fat fuck: Ok $40 when you get back
Me: Thank you. Have a nice day.
Fat fuck: Bye
(you probably already know what's going to happen)
So I come back home and I take it easy on the old Sherdog forum. Whilst makin' and postin' gifs of the new UFC video game, the Mensa members at the Pink Fuckers where butchering my dog. They call me up and it's time to pick up my dog. I walk into the shop, and I can't wait to see my pet.
Bitch: Hey there Rob! Keegan looks absolutely beautiful!
Me: Thank you very much! I appreciate it
Bitch: No problem, are you ready for the moment of truth!?
Me: Lets bring him out!
(they get this seemingly random dog out from the back)
Bitch: Here you go!
Me: I think you got the wrong dog.
Bitch: Nope! This is Keegan all trimmed up.
Me: Eh, heh, yeah. That's his red face and all.
Bitch: Doesn't your dog look great.
I had them give me my dog and I stormed out of that place without paying them a damn dime. I don't care, they have The People's Court call me up and they can sue me for $40 I don't fucking care.
I guess this is my fault, because I didn't know "trim" meant SHAVE OFF ALL YOUR FUCKING DOGS HAIR. My dog now looks like this, except the face still has the red fur on it:
My dog looks totally different. The fuckers ruined my dog for god knows how long and for my family. My dog is also visibly affected by it, because now he has been sleeping on the bed since I arrived here. He knows his coat was a source of beauty for him, and they fucking cut it all off. Fucking noobs. It doesn't help him in the summer they should fucking know that.
Now, with my question: does anyone know how long dog's hair can grow back?