Lola, the naked dog, says hi. She’s rocking the new haircut. We had to go short as I suspected, because she was about two weeks overdue. She came home with a neckerchief, but it was soon ripped off by Spice, who greatly missed her during the 3 hour spa treatment.
I cropped this picture because it had some glare since I took it outside the office window, but she can see all the way down the street. So she can start barking well in advance of the wagon full of small kids from the preschool down the street. Good times.
Yeah, her eyes are a little dark, but also, that’s dirt on her chin. Already. The bunny still resides in the backyard so she’s been trying to figure out how to get under the deck. Our deck isn’t open like all the wooden decks at Nonno and Nonna’s house. Bummer.
The new groomer was good. It’s a little store-front in the next town over. She has a screen door that opens to the parking lot and when she was done with Lola, she let Lola run around the grooming area while she started bathing another dog, instead of locking her in a kennel. So when I arrived, Lola could see and hear me pull up. Must have made her feel extra special.
Yesterday I took them to the vet for their heartworm check and to get flea/tick/heartworm meds. Spice, as usual, started crying and straining on her lease at the sight of OTHER DOGS who might want to be friends. While Lola strained on her leash toward same large dogs, threatening to rip their throats out. So glad they work together….
And when we were waiting inside, Spice just laid down on the floor, taking everything in, waiting to make new friends while Lola clung to my lap trembling. I’m more concerned about Spice. I just don’t think it’s natural for a dog to be so well adjusted about going to a vets office. It’s like a cow that happily walks down the chute to the slaughter house. Sort of. Ok, maybe that’s not the best example.
One last note. Tom was really annoying me last night. I think he was bored. But by the end of the evening, Spice had moved to the other side of the room after Tom lured her over by force and made her yelp, Lola had vacated her position at the far end of the couch because Tom flung a dirty sock on her, and I had moved away from Tom to Lola’s empty couch spot (only because he was out of socks to fling). I told him that at that point, when he’s annoyed ALL THREE other living creatures in the house to the point where we’ve physically moved away from him, IT’S HIM, not us.