|Barked: Tue Jul 9, '13 2:21am PST |
|My sweet, loving Sabs went to a groomer once. My first clue should have been when she balked at the door. Off the wall behavior for a dog that cruised metal catwalks and climbed in and out of railway cars. All I wanted was a nail trim, not sure why. I guess I thought it would be a good experience for her Second warning came when the lady approached My friendly, easy going dog dropped her head and did the 'don't do it' snarl, complete with raised hackles. Lady suggested we do back feet first. I had some misgivings but I shrugged it off Sabs growled the whole time but stood still.
We took this as a good sign so the lady got brave and approached the front(that's the end with teeth). Sabi shook me off like a rag doll and went full on Cujo on this lady. I mean frothing at the mouth, eyes all red, air snapping, ears flat back. She definitely wasn't kidding around. I apologized and got the heck out, Sabs chilled the second we were out the door.
The moral of all of this? Do your research! In this province to be a dog groomer you need a business license. Sabi's pal had been around for 15 years but had been investigated several times for abuse. Fined a couple of times, even had her business license suspended. All I knew was she had been around for years. I shudder to think what might have happened had I just dropped her off.
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