“Come on, Boomer! Let’s go for a ride!”
RIDE!! OH! GOOD! I’m Ready Mom!
“Here, wait just minute; your collar needs to be on.”
Collars usually mean I’m going somewhere I have to be on a leash—town, the Vet’s…I wonder where.
“Okay, Boom. Here we are. Wait just minute you have to be on your leash.”
Oh, well. Hurry Mom, snap it quickly there are smells that need to be smelled.
“Come on Boom, Houston is coming and you are first.”
Houston! Oh good. I adore Houston!
WAIT! NO! MOM! NOT THE GROOMER!!!! Jerk, pull, drag my feet….
“Come back and get Boomer in an hour,” Theresa, the groomer told Mom.
A WHOLE HOUR!!!!
MOM! YOU’RE BACK! GET ME OUT OF HERE FAST!!!!
(Sorry, Houston, you are on your own!)