Toby's hair was getting long so I decided it was time for a trim. Unfortunately, Toby allowed me to trim (with scissors) one side then started screaming, kicking, and spitting so I couldn't finish.
Greg got out the electric cutter and tried to finish the job. Once again, Toby started throwing a huge fit and Greg was only able to cut chunks of hair in random spots. Instead of looking like someone stopped in the middle of a haircut, now it looked like Toby himself got out the clippers!
After MANY MANY hours, hair scattered across 3 floors of the house, many treats and punishments given, tempers lost by all involved, here is the final result.
He looks like a cancer patient starting chemo! Everyone at my work had a good laugh at our lovely haircutting ability but Toby doesn't seem to mind it. He's just glad that it's done and we are not going to be cutting his hair for a long, long time.