Well... Well... Well... uhhhh.
Calder needed a haircut. Badly.
Lets just say, he was getting a little bit scraggly.
Calder hates haircuts. But we wanted him to have a buzz for summer.
We took him to Grandma McPheeters. She got out the old clippers.
45 torturous minutes of squealing and squirming and blood curdling screams later (and some hair pulling attachments that didn't work), we ended with this - no joke, this: