Hair-raising sight

As I got back home from the dentist, I thought for a second that I might be tripping on painkillers. 
But apparently it's a done thing. One can bring the merriment of the hair salon's experience to one's home. 
It was actually supposed to happen in Laura-Lucy's home but apparently Chief got a bad dose of explosive diarrhoea last night (Chief is her Hungarian Vizsla, not her Irish husband). 
I wish dentists could pay home visits too but no, I had to trek across town to get to see mine. And I count myself lucky to have bagged an emergency appointment two days before Christmas. 
Hopefully in a day or two I will lose the hamster look. 
I bagged the culprit on my way out as I may mount it as an earring with its neighbour that was extracted a bit over a year ago. I hope that's it for a while, as I am running out of teeth to pull out.