They won't sit still, and unlike a professional groomer I have no way to hold them down. So I have to chase them around the apartment with the electric razor like Edward Scissorhands and get a few snips in before they wriggle out of my grasp and run to another room.
We collected an entire trash bag of dog fur, and I was so proud of my grooming skills until I took them outside and saw them in the sunlight. Ethan said that Kahlua looked like she'd been mauled by a bear. I didn't do her back very evenly, so it had streaks and splotches.
The important thing is, it's done. For another three months or so.
Charlie, our hound was in the same boat awhile back. Instead of taking him to a groomer, hubby wanted to try to do it himself. I never laughed so hard in my life when I saw the results of Charlie's "new do." Like you, he groomed him in the house thinking he did a fine job. Out in the sunlight, there were patches everywhere. So funny and no harm done.
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