March 6, 2007. Today turned out to be a very different and special day. We got up early as usual to take Renee to work and then Tom and I came home. The sun was out again (finally) and wonder of wonders the park was deserted. So instead of waiting until later, we went across to the park right away. I’m so happy about that. We ran, or at least I ran, for 40 minutes. I did well following all of Tom’s commands again.
After playtime, the new adventure began. Tom and I went to Petcetra and as soon as we arrived, I remembered that this was where we came to get me a bath. Not wanting any part of that, I laid down in the middle of the floor, and no amount of coaxing was going to get me in that room. Unfortunately, the floor is made out of linoleum, and my big hairy coat slides very easily over it.
It took several hours to get all of the matted fur out of me. From there it was in for my bath, thi
s I remember and I did put up a bit of a struggle when they tried to put me in that sink. Of course, that was nothing compared to what it took to get me in the drying kennel. Nope, not going to happen, no sir. Finally I was dry and it was back to the grooming table.
Now I was getting a trim and having my ears cleaned. From that point on it was all downhill. They took out so much matting; I look like I have lost about 50 pounds. I’m downright skinny! Although I always was, it was just the fur buildup that made me look so big.
All day long there was a steady stream of customers coming into the store and spending 5 or 10 minutes just looking at me through the window. I like being the center of attention and it is great everyone wants to se
e me. Even though I was a real handful for the groomers, every one of them gave me a big hug before I left.
Before I knew it, there was Tom to pick me up. Am I ever glad to see him. My bum is wiggling right out of control. Once we got home, I couldn’t wait to get into the house, have a bite to eat and just collapse on the floor. Man am I bushed. I’m
too tired to even react to the dog walking past the truck, although I did jump up to say hello to Grand Pappy Frank.
Darned if I didn’t run smack into the door while doing it. There’s less fur thickness on my face, but there’s more of it over my eyes, so I had trouble seeing for a second. Once Tom brushed it back off my face I was fine.
At one point, the neighbour’s two dogs came past the part of the park we were playing in. I went over to say hello and Dennis the Dog barked and growled at me. It did not sound at all nice and I immediately flipped on my back to show him I meant no harm and that diffused the situation.
After playtime, the new adventure began. Tom and I went to Petcetra and as soon as we arrived, I remembered that this was where we came to get me a bath. Not wanting any part of that, I laid down in the middle of the floor, and no amount of coaxing was going to get me in that room. Unfortunately, the floor is made out of linoleum, and my big hairy coat slides very easily over it.Once inside, I was ok. Three very nice young ladies were talking to me and treating me very kindly. Speaking softly to me and petting me. I immediately relaxed. This was the first time I had visited for a professional grooming. I stood very nicely 
on the table as two of the women started to comb me and do something called de-matting. I was doing a great job of behaving. I could get used to being pampered like this.
on the table as two of the women started to comb me and do something called de-matting. I was doing a great job of behaving. I could get used to being pampered like this. Oh, how wrong I was. What started out as a little bit of pampering, turned into an eight hour marathon? I was very well behaved throughout, although, I will admit trying to get down off the table several times. I also tied up three groomers at one point to try and hold me.
It took several hours to get all of the matted fur out of me. From there it was in for my bath, thi
s I remember and I did put up a bit of a struggle when they tried to put me in that sink. Of course, that was nothing compared to what it took to get me in the drying kennel. Nope, not going to happen, no sir. Finally I was dry and it was back to the grooming table.Now I was getting a trim and having my ears cleaned. From that point on it was all downhill. They took out so much matting; I look like I have lost about 50 pounds. I’m downright skinny! Although I always was, it was just the fur buildup that made me look so big.
All day long there was a steady stream of customers coming into the store and spending 5 or 10 minutes just looking at me through the window. I like being the center of attention and it is great everyone wants to se
e me. Even though I was a real handful for the groomers, every one of them gave me a big hug before I left.Before I knew it, there was Tom to pick me up. Am I ever glad to see him. My bum is wiggling right out of control. Once we got home, I couldn’t wait to get into the house, have a bite to eat and just collapse on the floor. Man am I bushed. I’m
too tired to even react to the dog walking past the truck, although I did jump up to say hello to Grand Pappy Frank.Darned if I didn’t run smack into the door while doing it. There’s less fur thickness on my face, but there’s more of it over my eyes, so I had trouble seeing for a second. Once Tom brushed it back off my face I was fine.
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