I buzzed him down. It took forever. We now have enough Max fur to make a sweater, most of which is on my black shirt I wore without thinking. He looks pretty bad, like a pound puppy rescue. I told Jeremy it’s the last time we “save the money and just do it ourselves” as far as his grooming is concerned. I would have been better if I’d just taken him to a Pets-mart and had them buzz him. Poor little Bichon Frise.
Here are some before and after shots:
Peace, Love, and the blessing it’ll grow back!