Here's what I removed.
It started innocently enough. I was just going to get rid of the worst offenders--the dreadlocks around her neck and her mustn't-touch. But as I snipped, I realized there was no way to salvage the rest of her coat, which appeared to have years-old dead hair in it and underneath, the most horrible case of dandruff I've ever encountered. (And I've encountered some rough-looking heads in my day.) So I decided to give her a crew cut and start from scratch. Over time, and with multiple groomings (which I convinced myself she would tolerate since there would be so much less hair), I would be able to restore her coat to its former puppyish glory and also release the flakes from her skin. Did I mention that I'm a picker?
Here she is after her appointment, half her original size. I've already begun tackling the grooming, combing through tiny sections of fur, loosening dead hair and skin. Actually, um, I can't seem to stop myself. Now when Harriet sees me, she runs.
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