The Butcher of Sandia Park

Ask me what I did today and I'll tell you: I did dishes, picked up the house, fed my baby, and butchered my dog. Yep, you read that correctly. I had a spare moment today and decided that Trudy was looking pretty mangy and needed a good brushing. And while I was at it, I took the scissors to her. I was so proud of myself. I somehow always cut her. This time I was extra careful and gentle. I trimmed one ear. I trimmed the other and she yelped. I had cut her. I couldn't figure out how I'd cut the last ear and not the first when I'd trimmed the first shorter. It wasn't until she started shaking her head and got blood everywhere that I saw the big gash in both her ears. Ugh! I am a horrible, horrible person. I told Chris to never allow me to trim Haven's hair (when she actually has enough to trim) because our baby will end up looking like an elf. To make it up to Trudy I fed her about 50 dog treats and her favorite canned dog food. Not only do I destroy tissue, I try to buy love with food. There might be a special place in hell for people like me.