Last week it seemed that all of blogland was holding its breath waiting to see how Miss Honey would do with her surgery. She had an eyeball that was getting ready to explode. Her humans had tried everything they could to save her eye. You see, Miss Honey was a very risky patient for surgery because (a) she is a giant dog (b) she is a senior citizen - sorry Honey, but it's true and (c) she has a bad heart.
Well, the good news is that the surgery went fine, out came Honey's eyeball, and home she went.
Apparently Honey's humans were a bit put off by her appearance upon her return to their estate.
Yes, she does look different, but I think even more beautiful than ever, don't you?
Now, I have the results of a scientific investigation for you. Ready?
First, a little lesson in Airedale furs.
When Airedales are babies, they have black on their faces as demonstrated here by my friend, Molly, in one of her baby pictures. Awwwww....
But here she is now (playing catch the popcorn with brother Mitch) and nary a black fur in sight on her lovely face.
Got it? Baby Airedales, black face, grown up Airedales, brown face.
Let us continue.
It seems that my good friend, Miss Sunshade is getting puppy face. Now Sunshade is, well, a senior citizen dale who has had some fairly serious sickies. In the photo montage below, you can see Sunshade a year ago with her nice brown snooter, and below, today, with black puppy face.
I mentioned Sunshade's sickies because when I recently saw my human Auntie (who is even older than Momma if you can believe that) she was sporting a full head of thick, curly, dark hair, with no grey in sight.
Imagine how huffy momma was given that "brown" is only a memory on her noggin.
Curiously, my human Auntie, although now fully recovered, was in a coma for several days earlier this year with terrible sickies.
What is going on here? What is it about sickies that makes one revert to the hair / fur of youth?
Well, says I, time to consult a hair specialist. And who better than Alberto? We usually see Alberto busy practicing his hair alchemy when we are out on walkies and I know that he went to hair college and everything, so I sent Momma in for a consult (I opted to wait outside given my visceral response to anything that even smells like it might involve a bath).
|Go ask Alberto, but leave me out of it.|
And what did we learn? It seems that lack of oxygen causes human hairs to turn grey. Not only that, but they turn grey all at once, from stem to stern, from tip to tail, from dinner bowl to poop bag.
That's why you don't see humans sporting grey roots (well unless they're growing out a bad dye job).
And what, I asked myself, could this have to do with serious sickies and baby hair? I believe the conclusion is obvious. Serious sickies must cause overproduction of healthy goo in one's innards which will thereby overstimulate the hair follicles into thinking that they are once again young and spry. In fact it wouldn't surprise me if humans and doggies who have recovered from bad sickies also have better skin. Just a thought (should have run my magnifying glass over Auntie's face when she was here).
On a final note, if lack of oxygen and other life giving sources causes the grey, then what does it mean that I, Dexter, am already sporting grey furs on my labrachin?
Hopefully not an early warning that my entire lower jaw is about to drop off. That would be seriously inconvenient.
|I actually think my grey whiskers make me look dignified.|