The Haircut

My pup got a haircut and some professional

grooming yesterday. She’s four years old and

for those years I gave her a scissors cut. The

groomer asked, how did that look? I smiled

and said, not bad for a guy who has no sense

of style.

But it’s Summer and hot, about time she got

a good cropping. When the groomer was done

using the electric shears and all the tools of

her trade, I had a completely changed pup on

my hands, resembling nothing like the shabby

dog I was used to.

It was a good thing even though her new look,

like her hair, would have to grow on me.

I got to thinking about me personally with my

full, long and bushy beard. I’ve had it for some

forty years now. And I am sure that folks who

have known me since then wouldn’t recognize

me had I shaved the fuzzy thing off. It has been

the main feature in my appearance and identity

for a good portion of my life.

I could just imagine a couple of guys on the street

who had known me previously pointing me out,

one of whom makes the comment, “Say, isn’t

that old…? No, couldn’t be. He has a full beard.

That one there, though, is sure one silly looking

son-of-a-bitch.”

Now, don’t get me wrong. My pup is still cute,

and I figure with a few weeks growth of hair on

her, she’ll be looking a damn sight better.

                            -30-

Chris Hanch 7-23-2020