164 days ago by SamiLou | 97 views | 5 barks

Sami's trip to the groomer's

Yesterday morning I was sleeping peacefully in my bed. (Ok, so it’s really my parent’s bed.) After some tummy rubs and smooches, Mommy carries me downstairs. Hmmm. . .something must be going on. Then I see her go for the dreaded (duh…duh…duh) BRUSH & COMB!!! Oh how I hate those things! Well, it must mean we are going somewhere. Oh if only I knew. Then after pulling out half of my hair (ok, slight exaggeration on my half), she gets me ready to go in the car.

We pull up to some place that I had never been. Eager to go investigate, Mom looks at me and says, “don’t be too excited Sami, you are going to be mad at me”. Why would I be mad? Oh no. . .is it a new vet? Are you going to leave me someplace? The we go through the doors and I knew it was worse. . .THE GROOMERS!!!

Now I haven’t been to a groomer since just before last summer. Mom told the dumb lady she did not want me puppy cut. She even left a picture. Then when she picked me up she saw I hadn’t been puppy cut, it was SHORTER than that. Picture if you will, a military cut or wiffle on a dog. Yup, can you imagine? needless to say she was not happy and I never went back there.

Well I haven’t needed a hair cut since then. Mom and Dad have been giving me baths, cleaning my ears, trimming my nails, etc. So no need for a new groomer. I guess she decided it was time. So after much investigation, (talking with other dog parent’s and looking on line), she finds this new place and decides to give it a try. (What. . .I get no vote on this?)

She had called the place and asked a lot of questions. Seems they crate dry and keep us in crates while we are waiting our turn and to be picked up. Mom explained that I was not use to being crated and didn’t care for that method of drying. They said they would try and acccomodate us. They had Mom bring me just before my appointment and saud they would dry me by hand. Then they would call when I was almost ready so that it would minimize my time in the crate. When she dropped me off she met with the groomer who seemed very nice. The girl asked Mom very detailed questions about how she wanted me to look. (My length, my eyes, tail, ears, pony, paws, etc.) Mom actually felt pretty confident leaving me there.

After about an hour Mom got a call that I was almost done. When she got there I was already and instead of crating me they let me hang out behind the counter with the lady upstairs. When I saw Mom I was very happy and not traumatized at all. She of course gave me a very thorough looking over. I looked and smelt great! She was thrilled with how I looked. When daddy saw me he was very happy as well.

Looks like we finally found a groomer we will keep. This doesn’t mean I like being groomed, but if I have to, then this is the place for me. There’s just one thing I want to know, if I was going to the groomer’s, why did Mom have to torture me BEFORE we went?