Well.....What happened to the window? And, what did you do to take him to a groomer the next day? We have to know....
Okay, God knows I love my husband and no offense to all my male friends out here (and all the males in this world) but OMG...
So, I'm outside on my old brick patio enjoying the day about four weeks ago and I decide to trim Ernie up a wee-bit...just even him out...take away the rough edges. I have these new Andis clippers, so I decide to give them a whirl after test-driving them on my 13 year old PBGV, Tigger. For some reason (likely due to the blade/cutter size), even the "shortest" or smallest comb doesn't pass through and leave any hair at the ends to be trimmed (????). So I remove the comb guard and I gently, lightly begin cleaning up precious Ernie's rough edges. The #10 blade is not against Ernie's skin but lightly passing along the last half-inch or so of his very long & fluffy coat. As an aside, I'm concerned about coat blowing...don't want to hurt Ernie with lots of combing and matting...he does NOT like to be combed at all.
So far, all is good.
Well, John my betrothed (who is "helping"...word loosely utilized) says (after about 2 minutes of gently holding, praising, encouraging, feeding treats to Ernie), "Well, I'm done...I've had about enough of this!" And to my dismay, he walks away and walks into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich (!?!?!?) Leaves me all alone outside with a job about one-tenth completed.
Next thing I know, my finger somehow hits the on switch and the clipper with its #10 blade is running. Ernie balks against the clipper and the clipper (along with a HUGE patch of white puppy fur) goes flying. Now, I see bright red blood and I'm panicked that I've harmed my Ernie. So, I start tapping on the mudroom window near the patio and I'm calling, "John, John, John, John, JOHN!!!!!????" All of a sudden I yell, "JOHN...I NEED HELP!!!" and immediately, my tapping hand and wrist are smashed through a double-pane, 20-year old Anderson crank out window...entire thing is smashed
Needless to say, the groomer had to "shave" poor Ernie down pretty low to even out the bald patch on his torso/back. Thank goodness she managed to leave his precious little head alone, along with a tuft of fur at the tip of his tail
And the blood? Well, the clipper apparently hit my nose and nearly broke it, left a cut at the bridge of my nose, then hit the back of my left elbow and left a nice gash there.
I think Ernie found it all amusing