So there I was one sunny afternoon, just minding my own personal business.
I had no idea that I was about to be accosted by the Canine Hairdresser Wannabe. (aka Mom.) She had gone all Pinterest-y on me and decided that she should make me look like some of those elegantly coiffed dogs one sees in all of those plethoras of Pinteresque pictures.
I wasn’t so sure about the whole idea. Really, Mom? A rainbow-festooned barrette?
Heaven help us, what will she think of next?
Even though I wasn’t crazy about my new look, I told Mom that all would be forgiven if she would just rub my belly for a few moments. Which she did.
.
But when the belly rub was over, I was still left with the challenge of living with the consequences of my mother’s actions–namely, that she was forcing me to wear an item of hair apparel that did not at all suit the delicacy of my delightfulness nor the dignity of my dogginess.
After she left the room, I surreptitiously made a few half-hearted attempts to remove the rainbow by rubbing my head against a variety of nearby rubbable items. As you can see, though, I did not have a great deal of success.
When I paused momentarily to contemplate my options. . .
it quickly became clear to me that desperate times were going to call for desperate measure.
There would be no more feeble attempts to get the barrette out of my lovely locks . . . no sirree, this situation called for all out Barrette WAR!
Must. Get. Rid of. Rainbow.
Someone tell me. Did it work? 
Someone?
Anyone?
The humiliation, it was galore.
Although some people might allow an incident such as this to leave a permanent scar on their personal psychological psyche, I determined that I would not let this experience define me.
I am Woman, hear me roar! (Or at least hear me whimper underneath the catastrophe that is my hair.)
I am Woman, see me, um, shrivel up and give up all hope.
Sigh.
Hello! Is there anyone out there who can help me?
(Anyone besides my mom, that is?)
Hark! Hold the phone! Hold your horses!
Who is this maiden lass coming to me from yonder in the distance? (We Southern Yorkies like to say “yonder.”)
It is Sister!
My most wondrous and beauteous sister–come to lend a hand and to undo the ‘do that was afflicted upon me by the aforementioned Canine Hairdresser Wannabe.
Ahhh. You go, girl!
See, Mom? THIS is how it’s done!
Here, Sister. Let me put my head down a little so you can see what you’re doing.
Much better.
It feels so good to be in the hands of a professional. 
See how happy Sister looks about restoring me to my former glorious glory?
I think that a big ol’ thank you is in order.
I have decided to show Sister the face I will make at my mother the next time she comes near me with any bows in her hands—rainbow or otherwise.
Since Sister and I are the best of best friends . . .
I don’t think one more kiss would be amiss.
Love. My. Girl.
Oh Summer! I have that same “do” every morning about 6am when I look in the mirror! I could use your big sister with a trusty rainbow barrette to give me a little help! What’s really cute on a Yorkie Gal, AIN’T on a grandma!!
Jojy,
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing–that’s about the way MY hair looks every morning. And as you said, it’s cute on a Yorkie but no so much on us grandma-types! 🙂
Summer is so precious! How did you find out about her? Our Yorkie, Gizmo was 13 and passed away in June and we are considering getting another one but I would like to find a rescue or one that is being retired from breeding.
Becky,
We got summer at the Shiloh Creek Kennels; she was retired from breeding. I don’t know what dogs they have available but if they didn’t have any, they could maybe point you in the right direction.
http://www.shilohcreekkennels.com/index.html
I know Gizmo gave you 13 years of great happiness-Yorkies are such wonderful dogs!
oh, Summer, that squinty eyed sideways glare at Mom was a hoot. In fact you looked just like McDuff when Fred and Lucy added a baby to their family.
sorry you didn’t care for the bow… I thought it was quite lovely especially when you got most of your locks hanging over your face.
Mrs. Pam,
Yes, that squinty eyed, sideways glare didn’t leave us much room for wondering what she was thinking, did it? 🙂 Too funny!
Awww summer. You are stuck with her. She means well, really, she does. It’s that darn computer, she gets…ideas. Dresses will be next. Just preparing you.
Lesley,
Dresses! What a fabulous idea! 🙂 (That reply is, of course, coming from the Mama, NOT the doggie.)
Summer, your situation shouts for my sincerest sympathy! You see, I was once a little girl like you with a mom who loved to style my long tresses. I would tell you that you will look back upon this ponderous experience and laugh, but, like our first president, I cannot tell a lie. The most you will manage is a stilted smile. (Oh, well, we love our moms, anyway!)
😉
Angela,
Summer says to tell you that she got plenty of experience with the “stilted smile” this week with the Rainbow Bow Fiasco. She’s glad there’s someone out there who know how she feels!
Dear Summer-It could be worse-she could be french braiding your hair! Don’t laugh, I saw a picture on FB of a dog with french braids.
Nicole,
French braiding a dog’s hair? Oh my.
Love your commentary – er, Summer’s commentary. I thought she looked rather cute, but that’s just a human’s opinion.
Sharyn,
Our human opinions just don’t seem to mean that much in Dog World, do they? 🙂
I’d have told you you were delusional if you told me that I’d ever say this about you, but here it is: Becky, I think you have way too much time on your hands, torturing your poor doggie that way! Honestly, and girl’s got a right to her dignity! (Not that Summer emailed me and asked me to say that, why do you ask?)
Jan,
Summer just told me this morning that all is forgiven. She did NOT ‘fess up, though, to sending that email, It’s obvious she’s leading a double life! 🙂