PUPPY SCRUBBING
Things started well. I had coffee, always a good thing. We had leftover pie from Thanksgiving, again it was all good. Then the first dog came. Kara washed him and got him ready to be groomed. Then two dogs came, Kara prepared to show me how to tackle my first dog. It was a little sort of dog, a Shih-Tzu names Casper. Okay, cute little guy until he shook himself and flung water all over me, Kara, the floor and the wall. No problem, I could handle anything.
Then she showed me how to wash the dog’s bottom. Ick. But hey, I’m a big girl. I can handle this, my hands will wash, right? Wrong. She showed me how to do the anal gland. Okay, I drew the line there. NO WAY! Uh, uh, I wasn’t doing that. Any anal glanding would have to be done by someone else.
So I decided to wash an easy dog first. Little Ozzie, a Cairn terrier. CUTE. And he smiled. Truly smiled. I never saw a dog do that. He was a total pro at being groomed since he’s in there every two weeks. Piece of cake, this doggie washing.
Then more dogs came. And more. We had to pick up the pace. And I’m old. The pace doesn’t go very fast. But I tried. I even washed some pretty big dogs like an Aussie shepherd. I didn’t get dog bit or anything. It was a time to totally fall in love with Chopper, a little golden-doodle (half Golden Retriever and half poodle). Until he was clipped, he looked like a miniature sheepdog but he has the wonderful Golden nature.
I think I should pay Kara for having me help. I'm sure I increased her water bill. I had water EVERYWHERE. And there was enough hair in the blow-dry room that it was like walking through knee high drifts.
Who would have guessed washing dogs was such a hard job? I’d expected something MUCH easier than what I found. By Saturday night, I collapsed on the sofa and didn’t move a finger. In spite of being exhausted, it was a totally fun two days, a time for me to see what my daughter has been up to, a chance to learn more about dogs. And a chance to burn off a few calories if it hadn’t been for so much darned pie around the house. LOL
My daughter is a real pro at this, much better than me. So if you live in the Phoenix west valley, come on by to See Spot Clean and tell her you're a friend of mine. Expect your dog to come out smiling like Ozzie. LOL
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7 Comments:
Thanks for sharing your experience, C. Sounds fascinating!
Thanks for bringing up pleasant memories of Gia. I just returned from San Juan where I spent a week with my daughter. She has Gia, a Greyhihuahua--ha ha--a cross between a Chihuahua and an Italian (miniature) Greyhound. Gia weighs about 3-4 pounds. I just love that sweet thang!
Colleen, We gave our dog a bath last week to save some dough. There was dog hair everywhere. I have a new respect for groomers now. And for you too! Good job!
Tina F.
Fun post, Colleen. I love dogs, but I have to agree . . . ick on the anal gland thing.
Love, Rachel
HA! No way. I've watched my husband wash our 53 pound Mastiff puppy. That's no easy chore. :o) I wish your daughter lived near me, I'd take Shadrack to her.
Also wish I had some of that leftover pie. I miss leftovers. I even blogged about them today. :o(
I AM middle aged. And we old middle agers move SLOW. LOL
Kristy, isn't it interesting the mixes they come up with these days? I would have taken that Golden-Doodle home.
Tina, you should have seen the dog hair. Kara does this thing of blowing out the undercoat on dogs with that kind of coat. I have NEVER seen so much hair. It was literally ankle deep and I'm not kidding. LOL
Rachel, so glad you share my pain. LOL
What? No leftover pie, Ane? How can that be? We STILL have some. LOL I'm dismayed to admit it.
I um didn't get any pie this year. We went to a Medieval Dinner and now I'm missing the pie listening to you guys. I may have to pick one up. :)
I totally draw the line at anal glands, too. No way will I EVER do those. Ick.
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