Today was the day that some people around here looked forward to and one pup dreaded.
The boy was going to the Pup Beauty Salon , better known as Sebastians. Where Hugo with the huge arms would wash,blow dry and comb out the tangled, smelly, matted beast that we have been living with.
Of course, if it were not for the eau de Pup that was wafting through the rooms the past week, I would have been happy with his hairiness, his huge stuffed doggy-ness , his cuddly big furriness.
But when I could tell he had been in the room, hours after , it was time to send him off for a few hours of dog torture.
He gets such a split personality .. a block or two before the groomers and he stops at the corner and tries to pull me into the street, over to the other side, away from That Place.
I sweet talk him into walking with me like a Good Boy and he does.
The closer we get to the Groomers, the slower he walks. Always looking around... does he really think someone is going to swoop down on us, grabbing Pup and rescuing him from a bath and a haircut ?
If so, then he has been reading too many of those Harlequin paperbacks for Pups.
Hugo gives him a big hello, Pup runs right to him , like they are best friends or something ! ... go figure.
This was Pup's smile before todays visit
So we dawdled, did a few errands and generally hung out at home missing the poor tortured animal until time to go pick him up, or in Pups words ... rescue him.
There was never a happier reunion.
He wiggled, make little whimpering noises and yips and generally made people laugh and go Awwwww.
And here , ladies and gentlemen, is the new and improved Pup !!! ( sounds of trumpets blowing)