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“Can’t do it to Ulric since he lacks hair..” she mumbled as she turned her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest. Had she foolishly thought she could get away with this? “It was practice in case I wanted to make a nice cut to my own hair – save some money instead of going to a salon. Plus now she’ll be less hot?”

Tilting her head up to give him apologetic eyes, she said, “Sorry?” Pity look pity look pity me.

Jack groaned. To his credit, he did try to be firm, but against those big, pleading green eyes, he never stood a chance. He didn’t quite believe the story about haircutting practice, but he didn’t try to get any more out of Gail.

“All right. But Gail, listen. Roxy’s going to get very itchy while her fur grows back. Remember a few years ago, when that big dog bit her?” They had been playing in the park at the time, with Roxy off the leash. The pug had run over to play with a hefty Airedale, who had gotten too rough and left a set of tooth marks on her rump. The vet had shaved a big patch of fur off, and poor Roxy had been left with an itchy bald spot for several weeks. “It’s going to be like that again. So you’re going to need to give her lots of back-scratches.”

“Son of a—-” Her eyes immediately went to her dad and her smile was nervous once again. “—butterball…” Mentally she was kicking herself but it was better than being grounded. Didn’t mean she couldn’t argue about it.

“But daaaad! Can’t she just roll on the floor and scratch her own da—dang back?”

This time, Jack managed to stay strict. “You did this to her, Gail. It’s your responsibility to make her feel better.” The way she kept watching her language hadn’t escaped him either. “That’s what being a grown-up is about.”

wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

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wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

She gulped again and tried to get Roxy out of his reach. “Nothing!” she laughed nervously, holding Roxy to her who tried to wiggle out of her grasp. “Just um..you know..Roxy likes it!”

Except that since the costume was too big for her, she wiggled out of her costume and trotted off where you could see the buzzcut.

“Oh shit..” Gail whispered, looking quite guilty as she winced.

Gail was very lucky that Jack hadn’t heard her swear like that. He was already angry enough when he saw what she’d done to Roxy. “Oh my god. Gail, what is this?” He scooped up the wriggly pug, trying to read the words cut in her fur. ” ‘Vlik’? ‘Wik’? Gail, what were you thinking? You’re old enough to know better than to do things like this to the dogs!” He considered. “Or to anyone!”

“Can’t do it to Ulric since he lacks hair..” she mumbled as she turned her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest. Had she foolishly thought she could get away with this? “It was practice in case I wanted to make a nice cut to my own hair – save some money instead of going to a salon. Plus now she’ll be less hot?”

Tilting her head up to give him apologetic eyes, she said, “Sorry?” Pity look pity look pity me.

Jack groaned. To his credit, he did try to be firm, but against those big, pleading green eyes, he never stood a chance. He didn’t quite believe the story about haircutting practice, but he didn’t try to get any more out of Gail.

“All right. But Gail, listen. Roxy’s going to get very itchy while her fur grows back. Remember a few years ago, when that big dog bit her?” They had been playing in the park at the time, with Roxy off the leash. The pug had run over to play with a hefty Airedale, who had gotten too rough and left a set of tooth marks on her rump. The vet had shaved a big patch of fur off, and poor Roxy had been left with an itchy bald spot for several weeks. “It’s going to be like that again. So you’re going to need to give her lots of back-scratches.”