If you had told me that I was going to be the sort to dye a tail, I probably would have replied with "Purple? Or blue?" Color me surprised when a box of black dye landed in my hands.
I consulted the experts prior to this experiment (namely, Amanda, and primarily if one box would be enough: yes, even for Granpa's ombre ponytail).
She's got much better explanations on her blog, but essentially I wore shitty clothes and slathered his tail in dye, following the box directions. Luckily picking a low-fly day.
I plan on cutting his mane (GASP), but leaving that little sad forelock. So it needed to blend and Archie gracefully got a rubber glove duct-taped to his forehead. Dude's a champ.
Needless to say, that fell out within ten minutes and I sacrificed a hair band to keep it off his skin.
I'd had all the best intentions of lathering his butt in protective oils, but fuck it. Life is short.
And then we grazed...
For half an hour..
And then we rinsed and I discovered that I jacked up one little spot. I'm not sure if I applied too much of the "Step 1 Pretreatment" to that area or if I just completely missed it. Hopefully, it's not too noticeable.
In the right lighting, you can't even tell... tail... haha.