I've never had gum in my hair, even as a kid when I had hair so long I could sit on it. My kids have also been spared that fate as well. But our dog? Not so lucky.
Someone's gum didn't make it in the trash as they claimed. I didn't use ice cubes or peanut butter (Lucy Rocket hates to be cold and she eats peanut butter with relish, which might've hindered the process), but I did rub in some olive oil to work out the biggest bit, and then carefully clipped out the rest.
Good thing she already has a scheduled appointment with the groomer tomorrow. Sigh.
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