hair today gone tomorrow

this is o'sullivan. he goes by sully. i call him little rat bastard for short. unlike my husband i hate this dog with every fiber of my being. he is the worst dog. ever. he barks. for no reason. he barks at the wind. he barks at grass. at leaves. at himself. his breath is rotten. i called the vet once about his breath. she said he probably has a bad tooth if it smells that bad. when i picked him up from the exam and cleaning she said he didn't have a bad tooth. she said his teeth are just like moon rocks. and that is just how it is. she suggested i brush them every day. i almost laughed in her face. the dog won't even let me brush his hair. so, even i felt bad at what we are now calling the andy rooney incident. the first photo is what he should look like. the second photo is what appears to be a hairless chahuahua with andy rooney eyebrows. but it is, in fact, sully. now, this happened right after we moved ten miles south of common sense. i wanted to get him trimmed before we left but we just didn't have time. i was surprised to find as many groomers as i did in our phone book of 24 pages. hell, i was surprised we even had a phone book. i was able to make an appointment within days which should have been my first clue. as i walked up to the groomer i smelled dog. dirty dog. and there was number two on the sidewalk. as much as i hate this dog even i wanted to turn around and go back home but i didn't. he needed to be trimmed really bad. so, i make my way downstairs with a lump in my throat and i start to itch. it just felt so dirty. sully didn't even want to walk down the stairs which is surprising. usually he beats it down a flight of stairs so fast he practically knocks you over. i am standing there while the said groomer is on the phone with another victim and down comes an older couple with a sheltie and lab mix. naturally, sully goes over to sniff out the competition and the lady owner sticks her foot out between the two dogs. she says to me that you never know about germs. i pull sully back on his leash and think to myself, lady, we are at a dog groomer. it's where dogs go. and lots of them. and besides did you get a whiff of this place? the last thing she should be concerned with is getting germs from my dog. then the said groomer comes over and gives sully a once over. she proceeds to ask me if i know what kind of terrier he is. ok. at least she knows it's a terrier. at this point i should have turned around and walked out. was i on candid camera? i have to tell her it's a wire hair fox terrier and then tell her how to cut him. i told her i didn't want him cut in like a show dog just the same length all over with no beard. cue deer in headlight look. you be the judge. even i feel bad for publishing this photo. he was so embarrassed. his hair was so thin he shivered constantly after he got home. we had to buy him a dog sweater so he wouldn't freeze. the cut was only thirty dollars. now, i know why. i can't wait to find another groomer when his hair grows out. in june.