Watson Wednesdays: The Hair Cut Series Fin

Let me just preface this post by saying the reasoning behind this entire series was really because of these photos. Without these photos I really don't think I would have had the proper punch line in the joke that is Watson's life. Let me also preface by saying that I never EVER returned to this groomer. And that I promise I'll stop "entertaining" you with photos of my dog. I know I'm really the only one that thinks he's entertaining. 

Let us begin...
Miss groomer lady didn't get the memo and clearly mistook Watson for a female poodle. He is none of those things. But I must say that he looks quite pleased with his frock and thinks himself a regal ruff ruff. I immediately got in my car, snapped this shot, and started laughing hysterically. I have no idea why I even paid this woman. 

I got home and just couldn't take the humiliation anymore. I simply could not look him in the eye. So I picked up my scissors and I fixed the problem. "Fixed" being a relative term.

And that, my friends, is how I broke Watson's heart.