Thursday, August 19, 2010
Fauxhawk = No Hawk!
In the Lacy household, it’s all or nothing. When we decide to do something, we put everything we’ve got into it, and we expect no less from our dogs. “Bella. Tallulah. We’re in it to win it. If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. 2nd place is 1st loser. You’ll embarrass us if you fail.” Of course, these are all absurd things to say to our dogs, but we’re practicing for when we have kids. But they cock their heads to the side, which I think denotes a clear understanding.
I believe in a similar fashion mantra: If you’re going to wear something, wear the heck out of it. If you’re confident, you’ll look good. Unless you’re confidently wearing overalls, in which case you just look like you’ve been misinformed by this motivational poster gone rogue.
This also applies to hair. Not overalls. Overalls should never apply to anything save agriculture. But my mantra applies. Be confident in your hair decisions. If you want to keep it sleek and simple, bravo! If you want to go big, go big or go home. (Can someone provide me with more motivational clichés? I seem to have depleted my supply.)
So how proud was I when Tallulah decided to trade in her everyday, tired poodle do for something a bit more bold? Or to put it another way, how proud was I when B took Tallulah to the groomer and gave them explicit instructions on how to cut her hair?
No fauxhawks here, no sir! As far as we’re concerned, fauxhawks are no hawks. If you’ve never met a mohawked poodle, you’ve never lived. Although, mind yourself should you wander around Snowy Brook Trail. We're concerned that Tallulah may have formed a street gang as a result of her new aggressive coiffure. Apparently, she takes no prisoners.