Mom said it was time—I didn’t believe her so I pretended that I didn’t hear—then she said—“Come on Fuzzy, it’s TIME!”
So Boomer and I had to go!
And it was EARLY IN THE DAY!
I mean, like really early. 9:00 in the morning!
Well, too early for me for what we had to go do!
Shudder, shudder, tremble, and shake!
Of course Boomer didn’t have any trouble with going.
He never does!
Just the word GO gets his attention and he is ready.
I’m usually that way, but I just had this feeling this time that Mom was up to something.
I pretended not to hear her.
Finally, I came and we went.
Yep! I was right!
We had to go GET A BATH!!!!
I HATE BATHS!!!!
I HATE BEING AWAY FROM MOM!
I don’t cry or bark or try to bite, I just shiver and shake until Mom shows back up.
Now Boomer, Heck He Enjoys The Whole Experience….the drive there, the new smells, talking to the other dogs, rolling in the water and getting shampooed, his ears cleaned, the doggie blow-dryer, the WHOLE EXPERIENCE!!!
Now me…I LOVE when MOM comes. I then whine and bark little happy yippy barks and RUN to the truck!!
When it comes to going HOME from the GROOMERS I’m first to the truck, you can bet you it!