Chandler, dear, pulled out much of her hair this summer. She was getting six teeth at the time, so we thought the hair-pulling was some sort of pain management technique. She eventually left it alone and it did what hair does (grow back).
At Christmas, she started at it again. We had no teeth to blame this time around. She was tired from waking up all night, but she seemed really happy during the day with lots of family around, dogs to play with, and sheep to watch. Chandler kept at it after we got back into our home routine; she started to look like she had mange. We decided we had to do something, and so...
Thankfully, she was completely cooperative during the haircut, she looks cute with the short hair, and she seems to have quit the pulling. At least for the time being. I'm trying to be quietly optimistic. Do I sound quietly optimistic?
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