One day, my pitbull Maxx volunteered to play guinea pig to find out if there was any chance for me to make it big in the glamorous world of hair styling:
|Wahl's a great clipper!|
And he concluded quite mockingly (with his huge tongue sticking out of his ginormous mouth) that I will never make it. I protested he was such a pain to work with and that I'm better off with scissors and a human subject. He smirks and bets that I will never find anyone who'd want to be guinea pig to my cutting prowess.
Will any of you trust me with his/her hair?