Just like first day of school, Part III

That was his first cut, more than a year ago. None as exciting as it was amusing. The little boy was now in Singapore, with hair overgrown like a punkster, and perpetually panting under his black winter coat in the summer heat.

I did my enquiry calls to several listed groomers here. Almost all of them were offering similar packages. I did what I had to do; I shut my eyes and did a random pick, justified by no other reason other than I didn't know any better, the differences (if any) between them.

I ended up giving the Canada certified groomer another ring. They picked him up early in the morning the very next day, in their yellow school bus.

I crossed my fingers and waited with baited breath.

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The yellow school bus drove up and gave the courtesy honk before coming to a rest in front of the house. The "hi! I'm back!" honk!

It was the Return of the Rascal.

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The contrasting red harness on his back. That boyish bark. The untidy bush of a tail, wagging frantically. There, the familiarity ended.

The Little One was all bald. Bald like the eagle symbol of his birth country, and more exposed than the naked one little pig whose house got blown down.

He was all G.I. Bob for CNY, and we were horrified.