I admit, I only ever (finally) pull out the clippers when they are somewhere nicely in within woodchuck stage but still shy of mountain goat status.
Holidays light a bit of a fire behind me though, so on Thanksgiving morning I finally broke down and got it done.
but for the little mister~ I just couldn't do it.
He has beautiful hair! He is my baby! I didn't want him to look like a big boy, even though, he really is. (shhhhhh.)
But, it was desperately needed. Case in point:
He was fine, albeit squirmy (Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving on YOUTUBE helped that), UNTIL a plop of hair landed on his lap and he totally freaked out like his limbs were being chopped off.
He thought he was going to die for a minute there! But then- after the initial shock- he realized he wasn't losing limbs and all was well.
And now the Little Mister has a Big Mister haircut. **sniff**
And now, the boys in the house are again little BOYS.
All woodland creatures remain where they ought- in the woods.