Yesterday was the day from hell!
Always the most miserable day of my life!
IT WAS THE DAY OF THE GROOMER!
I would MUCH rather go to the VET’s than the groomer’s.
As the vet’s I’m told to get on the scale…sit, Good Boy, have a cookie.
Follow Mom and come in here.
Then Mom puts me up on the table and the Vet comes in and feels all around, she does poke and prod but I can handle it. Then Mom takes me off the table and the Vet gives me another cookie. Sometimes I get a shot, but they never hurt.
Then out the door we go. Not bad, not bad at all.
I don’t mind the Vet, mostly because MOM IS WITH ME!!!
At the groomer’s we – Boomer and I go in – we have to sit in a cage. BUT AT LEAST IT IS TOGETHER!!!
The first time they tried to put me in a cage by myself I screamed and cried and howled the whole time. If Boomer is with me I just shake and wait in the farthest reaches of the cage until MOM COMES BACK!!!!
The groomer gives me a bath and the ‘squeeze’ (which I don’t mind) then I get a blow dry, (which I don’t mind) then I have to get the brush and cut (which I don’t mind) and go back in my cage and wait while Boomer goes through the whole experience.
What I do mind and what makes me so worried is—WHERE IS MOM?!?!? Once she comes back (THREE HOURS LATER) I’m so excited I peel out and run for the door. Mom leaves the car door open for me so I run through the groomer’s door and head right into the car.
I don’t mind waiting in the car…I know MOM will be there shortly!
Yes! I am a Momma’s Boy and Proud of IT!!