I was sitting in the chair at the hairdresser when my cell rang twice in a row (I would prefer to call them barbers, but it seems that is not PC, or so the purple-haired heavily inked college student indignantly informed me and I was not going to disagree as she was holding the scissors). Bwo called twice in a row, which means mega emergency, and not only that she found her phone after losing it for a few hours. Our Roxy was traumatizing the groomer. Yes, our sweet and kind and loving border collie just hates being groomed so much we have only manage to try three times in her seven years.
I cut my haircutting short (pun?) and rushed over to the groomers, which is conveniently located near my "barber" (please don't tell her) only to find Rox shaking and shivering and making those anxious sounds that just tears your heart in two. She is usually a very quiet and polite girl. She does not bark at the door. She loves everyone. But not the groomers. Before being expelled from Bark Avenue, they managed to wash her and comb out some of the knots and dreads, but no hair cutting was possible as she apparently was shouting so loud as to disturb the other dogs.
She came home a fluffy, squeaky clean girl with her poofed up hair making her look twice her normal size. She hurrumphed flat down on the floor with a look questioning our total betrayal. A few walks around the block and some tug of war with Mr. Moose and she forgave and forgot. Dogs just rule.
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” - Groucho Marx
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Poor Roxy - its a dog's life!!
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