September 14th 2011 4:14 am
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Yesterday I was scheduled to get a furcut at PetSmart grooming. Mommy had called the day before to make the appointment.
After our walk on Monday where I gleefully ran thru the woods and got my furry face full of burrs, Mommy brought out her arsenal of brushes & combs only to notice I had gum on my back leg. Mommy said it was time for a grooming, which is when she picked up the phone and made the appointment.
Unlike Stormy, I hate the truck! Rides are not for me! The traffic, the stop & starting, the booming of the radio from other cars and don’t get me started on those semi trucks! I get myself worked up. First I start with the yawning, then the drooling, and end with puking all over the place.
Mommy got me to Petsmart before the drooling started saving her a clean up job. I knew I was doomed once we hit that parking lot. There were two German Shepard’s loudly arguing in the parking lot while their owners held on to their leashes for dear life. Once inside it was no better. I do not like other dogs sniffing at my fluffy rear end! That is gonna get them bit! The groom shop was so busy we had to wait outside the door giving me lots of opportunities to charge for the door. Mommy kept looking at her watch because she needed to get to work. Finally after 7 minutes we got into the groom shop. I heard Mommy say our name 3 times, felt her temperature rising & her breathing getting faster. This is not gonna be good I thought so I jumped on Mommy’s leg trying to get her attention to let her know I had her back. We were nowhere on the schedule!!!! Mommy was mad! Very mad!! Mommy said a few choice words and we headed for the truck. I could not get to that truck fast enough! When you have a choice between being groomed & a ride, always choose the ride!
Once back in the truck, Mommy looked over at me now a panting, fizzy hair, shaking mess. Mommy gave me some pets even thought she wanted to hug & squeeze me but she learned that will just make me think my behavior is what she expected from me. When we got home Mommy had fun squeaky voice as she let me out of the car and I got the major zoomies.
Once we were safe at home Mommy who was now late for work got on the phone and had a stern talk with the PetSmart manager. Nobody messes with me! Seeing me so stress out made Mommy want to growl! GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Wow! Way to go gurl! You got outta the grooming! Pawtastic!
Yah, always choose the ride...I am with you though...I hate car rides too...stay at home is good enough fur me, if I can't walk there.
I know all about yawn/drool/hurl!
Aaargghhh and gangplanks fur that grooming (non)scheduler!
OMD! Yu give seminars, Sophie Bean??
OMD Sophie Bean.. I have never been to the groomer but my sisfur Lucky goes to get a summer cut about three times a year and she tells me it is no fun. I ain't goin' no way. I hate baths and shiver with fear the whole time and then I do major zoomies and make mom chase me so that she can dry me off. Silly mom I am going to make you work for it.
OMD Dodger, I do the same thing too! As soon as Mommy turns her back I fly out of the tub, get the major zoomies! I always head to the guest bed and rub all over the blanket with pillows flying everywhere! BOL! Now there is talk of a moblie groomer.