My dog shaved my head!

My Dog Shaved My Head!🐶🤣

It sounds impossible, even absurd—but I swear, my dog shaved my head. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t ask for it. It just… happened. If you think dogs are all slobbery kisses and wagging tails, think again. Mine, a mischievous little Boston Terrier named Benny, is a tiny whirlwind of chaos wrapped in black-and-white fur. And he’s clever. Too clever.

It all started on a lazy Saturday morning. I was lounging on the couch, sipping coffee, half-watching a rerun of a sitcom while scrolling through my phone. Benny, meanwhile, was unusually quiet. That should’ve been the first red flag. With Benny, silence usually means one of two things: he’s asleep or he’s up to something. And Benny wasn’t asleep.

I had recently purchased a cordless electric shaver. It was sleek, silver, and easy to use—perfect for trimming my beard or cleaning up my neckline. I’d left it charging on the bathroom counter the night before. Benny had watched me use it once or twice, curious as always. I didn’t think anything of it. After all, he was just a dog.

That morning, Benny trotted out of the bathroom with the shaver in his mouth. I saw him and laughed, thinking it was just another one of his toy-stealing habits. He likes to swipe shoes, socks, and once even managed to drag a whole pillow into his crate. But this time, instead of running away with his prize, Benny jumped right onto the couch… and straight onto my chest.

Before I could react, he dropped the shaver—still buzzing—from his mouth and somehow pawed the switch to full power. The thing landed on my head, blade-first. In a flash of noise, fur, and panic, I felt a strange vibration on my scalp and then… nothing. He had managed to buzz a clean path right down the center of my hair.

I jumped up, startled, and Benny leapt down, tail wagging like he’d just won an award. I rushed to the mirror, only to find a giant, bald strip running through my hair like a landing strip. It was jagged and uneven, but unmistakably bald. I stood there in shock, staring at myself as Benny sat proudly behind me, clearly admiring his work.

There was no saving the haircut. I tried to even it out, but I’m no barber. Eventually, I had to shave the whole thing off. My once shaggy head was now smooth and shiny. And Benny? He strutted around the house like he was a celebrity stylist. I half expected him to start handing out business cards.

Of course, I couldn’t stay mad at him. I mean, how could I? Every time I looked at my reflection and remembered how it happened, I burst into laughter. Friends didn’t believe the story until I showed them the pictures—me, bald as a cue ball, and Benny proudly perched beside the shaver, looking smug.

After that, Benny became something of a legend in my friend group. They call him “Barber Benny” now. Some even joke about booking appointments. And to be honest, the buzzed look isn’t that bad. It’s low-maintenance, and now I don’t have to worry about bad hair days. All thanks to my mischievous little dog.

So yes—my dog shaved my head. Not on purpose, probably. Or maybe it was. With Benny, it’s hard to say. But one thing’s for sure: life with him is never boring. He keeps me on my toes—and sometimes takes a little off the top.