My sister decided to dye her hair at home this week. She considered going to the salon but since salons are expensive, she went to a local beauty supply store and stocked up on what she would need for a little DIY project. Oh boy, did she regret that!
Let me set the scene for you. For any of you that know our family well, you know we have a dog, Bailey, that loves to run away. He is a beagle. Beagles like to sniff things. They run away; it's life. All of our good friends know to be careful when opening the doors. In fact, I can tell how well people know us by 2 factors: 1) in our house, back door guests are the best. I know someone really knows us if they knock on the back door or even better, just walk right in and 2) in our house, if you open the door and let the dog out, you have taken that risk and the rest of the work is in your hands. If you can't get your voice deep enough to get that dog into the fenced in "pool area" then God bless you, I hope you're not in a rush. You're either running, cruising around in the car, or making phone calls to the animal shelters and the police station (as annoying as it is when someone messes up and the dog gets away, we're all guilty so we actually do - while moaning about it - help each other follow the proper protocol required to locating him). So if you don't know, now you know.
Now back to the story. So Liz (as we fondly refer to her) put the hair color in her hair. She was told to start with just the roots. She has color only on the top of her hair. She is sitting and waiting the specified amount of time when she decided to let the dog out. The dog starts to run. She begins to chase him. Keep in mind that Liz was in the middle of a DIY at home project. Anyone that is anyone doesn't get dolled up for these kind of occasions. In fact, it is usually the contrary. Well, Liz was no exception on this day. She was wearing a ratty, old t-shirt, shorts (with no underwear), and 2 different but equally hot pink socks (1 solid, 1 polka dot). Combine that with the half head's worth of hair dye and I'm sure no makeup, and I have one hot mess of a sister running around chasing the dog.
Upon realizing that she wouldn't catch him, Liz gets in her car to go look for him. She said, "I was driving around looking like a lion or something because my roots were pinned down and the rest of my hair was like a fro." She is relieved when she sees Bailey (we always face the underlying fear of our mother's reaction if we are unsuccessful in our dog search). However, he gets away again. Liz then goes back to the house and makes the necessary calls to try to locate him.
After, she goes to speak with the neighbors to see if they had seen him with the same outfit and the hair dye still in her hair. Just a few minutes later (sigh of relief), my sister gets a call that the dog is at a grocery store (about 2 miles away). She gets in the car to go get him only to realize that she has no gas. She then needs to go get gas. She realizes she forgot her wallet. She knows now that the clock is ticking. The hair dye was supposed to be in for 25 minutes and it has been 50 minutes!
In the end, by some miracle, Liz's hair color came out looking just fine and the dog was safely home. It is just another one of those examples of a situation where all is well that ends well. However, I think we can all agree on one thing... Liz, go to the salon next time!!! You deserve it after an experience like that!
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