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I Shaved My Dog’s Head, Now I Can’t Sleep – See His Before Photos and What Really Happened

I never thought something as simple as giving my dog a haircut could wreck me. But here I am — several sleepless nights later — haunted by a decision that felt innocent at the time.
It all started during a heatwave. My golden fluffball, Milo, was panting non-stop, barely moving, and constantly seeking shade. I thought I was being a good dog parent. I Googled a few tutorials, watched a couple of “DIY dog grooming” YouTube videos, and convinced myself I had the situation under control.
He trusted me.
That’s the part that gets me the most. The way he sat there, still and obedient, licking my hand in between snips — no fear, no hesitation. Just trust. He had no idea what I was about to do.
I started with the clippers on a medium guard. At first, it was fine — some fluff came off, he looked cooler, lighter. But then I got confident. Reckless. I wanted it even, smooth. I removed the guard and went in closer around his face. That’s when things spiraled. Patches became bald spots. His ears looked lopsided. His eyes suddenly looked huge, exposed. By the time I stepped back to examine the “final look,” it was too late.
He didn’t look like my Milo.
He looked… betrayed. And terrified.
I tried to laugh it off. Took photos, even joked in my group chat: “Guess who just got a prison buzz cut?” My friends responded with memes and crying-laughing emojis. But the moment I saw him glance at the mirror — and flinch — something cracked in me.
That night, I lay awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. Not the before — not the goofy, golden, lion-like Milo I’d raised since he was a pup. I saw the after. The shorn head, the naked ears, the eyes filled with confusion. And I remembered something no video tutorial had warned me about: certain breeds should never be shaved.
Google confirmed it. I had possibly damaged his double coat. I had made him vulnerable to sunburn. I had — in the name of love — done something careless and uninformed. I was supposed to protect him.
The next morning, he didn’t come to the door when I called. He was curled up in the corner, avoiding eye contact. No tail wag. No morning stretch. It was like he’d lost his pride.
I sat beside him for what felt like hours. I whispered apologies. I brushed what little fur was left. And I cried — real, full-body regret. Not just for the haircut… but for breaking something invisible between us.
We’re healing now. His hair is growing back slowly. He lets me cuddle him again, though he still winces a little when the clippers come out — even if they’re just for trimming his nails. And as for me? I haven’t touched those clippers since. I booked a professional groomer the next day, and I told them the truth: “I messed up. I need help.”
If you’re thinking of shaving your dog this summer, let me be your warning. Don’t just think about the temperature or the aesthetics. Think about their dignity, their biology, their trust. Milo forgave me — eventually. But forgiving myself has been harder.
And every night when I see his tiny, half-grown fuzzy head resting on his paw, I’m reminded: some mistakes grow back… but the lesson? That stays with you.