I was feeling particularly rushed for the last few weeks. A lot was going on medically. End of school. Camping. The dogs toes and hair cuts took a back seat.
I've tried a few times to find a groomer for them. No luck finding anyone to take them. So I've just given them bad mama cuts all along.
We drove past the new pet store who had a sign out saying there was a groomer on site. She was willing to take them. Today was the day.
I was traumatized just leaving them there and they looked horribly betrayed. I just went home and Eric said "you left them?!" I nodded. He then said "is it horrible?" And I nodded again.
It was the longest two hours. We were there 45 minutes early to pick them up. By reports they did great. I didn't. The anxiety is just not worth it. I vow to just do it myself from now on. They look ok. I forgot that there would be a smell different than the baby shampoo I use. The cuts aren't any better than mine. Perhaps a bit straiter on the bellies but I need to tidy their ears.
They were definitely happy to see us.
Sassy is annoyed at me and the second I put her on the front seat she leaped into Eric's lap and stayed there refusing to look at me.
Coco just looks panicked.
We're home. They're on the couch with me. I believe forgiven.
Eric is outside working on the bed in Squirrel. He stained it today.
