This is about to be our bichon, and I'm about to be her least favorite person ever.
She has the same stress reaction as me - she "picks" at any places she has. (Not good reactions for either of us, I know. We're working on it.) Now, she has gone through the same crap the rest of my family has in the last six months, so she's obviously stressed.
I don't know if y'all know much about bichons, but they have CRAZY curly hair (it's actually called hair, not fur). They are supposed to be big and floofy, but she's a little country dog so we usually kept her short so she didn't get these huge honking mats while she played in the woods with our two big dogs. After the fire, she went to live with my brother and sister (and their two roommates, my brother's cat, and the two 6-month-old "house puppies" they all got together) and had been doing okay there, but not great. I mean, he was feeding and loving and taking care of her, but he didn't keep her shaved because he'd never done it, didn't have the clippers (in the house, burned with the rest of our shit, being replaced SUPER SOON), and just frankly didn't really know to, I guess because he didn't quite get exactly how insane her hair gets. Well, her crazy curly hair, combined with her stress chewing, has turned her into a matted, un-cared-for-looking mess.
She came back to live with us Wednesday night and wound up sleeping with FI and me, which is when I really got a good look at her and realized exactly how bad she was. My mom and I spent Thursday night carefully cutting mats out and getting her at least looking like she's been somewhat cared for. And I've noticed places where she's practically chewed the hair out. I'm about to take her to a pet store that has a wash-your-own station, and while I'm there I'm putting her in a cone and I'm going to see about getting anything I can to help the places she's already got, heal.
I feel like shit because she's gotten like this. She was living with my parents to AVOID stressors - I noticed it a few years ago when I lived with a 6-month-old Jack Russell Terrier. (I'll NEVER have a Jack Russell Terrier. Omaigawd. SO MUCH ENERGY.)
I guess I just needed to vent.
I'm so sad she got to this point.