You remember me?
Well, this is what I looked like after I got my Pro Collar off!
See this happy furry dog!
This is what I look like all the time!
Happy! Furry! A gleaming white coat with a little curl in it!
I won’t say I’m “Coat Proud” but… GOL DANG IT! That’s exactly what I am!
Here is the Story of my Travail.
Due to the whole histiocytoma episode, I had not been to my monthly grooming in about 2 months.
My nails had gotten almost as long as my hair and I was bumping into things.
(Snoopy, I don’t now how you see anything!) I was bumping my head on the coffee table — a puppy move!
I was misjudging the distance for jumping on the bed and landing on my furry butt!
My hu-brothers vetoed the idea of a barrette to keep the hair out of my eyes, and I accidently scratched Mama jumping into her lap.
Mama decided it was time to go back to the groomer.
That morning she brushed me and brushed me and brushed me.
Unfortunately, I am prone to mats, especially on my legs. I’m also prone to running off when Mama brings out the brush.
She brushed me this time solid for about 30 minutes, feeding me duck treats to keep me from running off. (By the way, that really did work!)
It was an ordeal, but nothing compared to what was to come!
Off we went to the groomers.
I could wax poetic about the scents that went up my nose as we drove there.
I could wax poetic about the duck treats in the car, but I’ll cut to the chase!
Here is the result!
What the &^%$ happened to my fur coat?
Mama is in the dog house!
My hu-brothers are really mad at her. They miss my fluffy consequence!
In her defense, she didn’t tell the groomer to do this to me.
He called her at home and said that he couldn’t get the matted snarls out of my fur.
He said that he had to trim me more than usual to make it even.
I heard Mama say over the phone – “What mats. He didn’t have any mats when I brought him to you?”
I have a feeling I won’t be visiting the groomer anytime soon!
Mama mentioned something about just filing my nails down herself from now on!
I do miss my hair!
I’ll admit though that I’m a lot more aerodynamic now. It’s also a bit cooler. I seem to be a bit more energetic too!
Squirrels look out!
I’ve turned into a “MUSCLE DOG!”
Oh and my coat STILL gleams!
Do I forgive Mama? Of course I do!
SHE DID NOT CUT OFF MY HAIR!
THE GROOMER DID!
And of course, there’s the other thing…
It will grow!
Mama’s determined that my hair MUST grow quickly.
I’ve told her that duck sticks make it grow faster.
Well, fellow doggers there’s an upside to everything!
Smell you later,