I had the opposite experience, I shaved mine off as a job requirement and my wife didn't notice for two weeks :blush2: ....I can't imagine shaving it off again the rest of my life, although I keep it short - unlike Scott in Bend - so I hope she's used to it by now.
The wife doesn't like mine. I grow it for a while and then she gets on me to shave it, I eventually cave in. My grand daughter seemed a little disappointed this last time I shaved it off so I am growing it out again.
That's the same with mine.... They all hate it.... My dog is the only one that doesn't complain about it...
That's more info than we really needed, and now I'm stuck with wondering exactly why you're dog doesn't mind it...
After the AF, part of my beard came back...changed color significantly though in the 20 years while I was shaving to meet the regs.
I wear it short and sometimes a bit long, depends on the day/week/month. I swear my wife does not notice the length after I get a trim to almost 'brown bag' short. Here is the pic I like, you can almost see my jaw line.
I have had full beards, Van Dykes, and goatees. I grow them for a while, then get tired of them, and shave them off. I very seldom look like my driver's license picture. Right now, I have no facial hair. Six months from now, who knows. I do have more grey facial hair than grey hair on my head. That does have some influence on my shaving practices. The facial hair on my chin has the least grey, so I lean towards the goatee, these days. CD
This reminds me of a very old, and very bad joke. Must be something in the coffee this morning: A young fellow walks into a talent agent's office and says he wants to break into show-biz, so the agent says "O.K. kid show me what you do." The kid tells some jokes, does a little soft shoe, sings a bit, does an acrobatic act with an ottoman, and is good enough to impress the agent. "Great kid! Just great!" says the agent. "I can do things for ya! I think I can get you a show on TV." (This was the early sixties.) "By the way, what's your name?" The young man, proud and excited, exclaims, "Penis Von Lesbian." "Excuse me?" questions the agent. "My name is Penis Von Lesbian," again replies the young man. "Hey I'm sorry kid, you're gonna have to change your name, nobody is gonna hire you with a name like Penis Von Lesbian." Well, the young man is crestfallen but steadfastly refuses to change his name, so he leaves to find another agent. A few months later he returns to the same agent. "Hey kid! Good to see ya again!" says the agent, "Are ya still looking for work? Have ya changed your name?" With his head hanging low the young man replies "Yes. Every agent in town turned me down because of my name, Penis Von Lesbian. So I've changed it." "Great kid, great! What's your new name?" "Dick Van Dyke."
I've had a beard since I was 19 years old. I'm 64 now you do the math. Babs has never seen me beardless.
Finally the machine is home w/new hard drive. So, here's the promised old grey beard (maintained at co-pilot approved length) picture, co-pilot and me. This was taken at the Antietam Battlefield last year on our way to Gettysburg. Met up with Justa Jim there and had a great time getting acquainted and seeing all the sights. The hard stare is for keeping an eye on the oriental student tourist taking the picture with my camera.
I have been growing my "Finally Free" beard since June 7th, and I have already forgotten what my chin looks like, and haven't seen my drinking scar in months... But on June 7th, I am probably going to shave it... Darn curly hair grew great for the first 4 months, then seemed to just stop.