The other day, my daughter had one of her friends over, and as usual, they had a makeover session. Let me just say, that whenever a makeover session happens, the end result is far less pleasing than the original look. This one was no exception.
When the girls came downstairs to show me their new looks, I hardly recognized them. Foundation, about four shades too dark was smeared all over their faces. Black eye shadow encircled their eyes. And they were wearing bright red lipstick, which clearly was applied way outside of the lip line. They looked hideous.
"Do you like our look?" they asked.
I made a face. "Uh. Not really. Do you?"
At that time, our giant German Shepherd, Schultz, meandered into the room. He looked at the girls and cocked his head. I don't think he knew what to make of the strange creatures standing in front of him.
"Hi, Schultzy!" my daughter said. She walked up to the furry beast and planted about ten kisses on his forehead. I knew this wasn't going to be pretty. Sure enough, when she walked away, there were red splotches all over the poor dog's head.
"Nice job," I said. "Now you get to wash all the kisses off. Because I won't let Schultz be humiliated in public looking like that!"
My daughter objected. "But he needed a makeover, too!"
Right. Next thing, she'll be putting a cute pink bow on his big, bushy tail!