Dog Day Off - Denied!

Mother Nature, that fickle wench, continues to taunt me with warm days and then snatches them back and only to replace them with chilly precipitation. Everybody, get back from the computer screen while you can and get some sunshine. The Vitamin D you save may be your own! Have a day off with friends. 

Those of you who desire to maintain your employment, in spite of your yearning to go outside, please accept my apologies for bringing it up. 

Speaking of making friends...

My dog, Coco, loves everyone. I know I've said it before. She even loves other dogs that don't love her; in fact, you have to be careful about that with her. More specifically, she likes everything on her terms. If a dog can be a type A personality - well, bingo. She's it.

Yesterday was her day to get groomed which usually gets her excited about the car ride (it's like dog-Disney World with every ride) and a chance to see the groomer. Poodles are all about non-shedding fur...that you cut off for a greatly inflated price every six to eight weeks. Just like humans look for a hair stylist, you search for the holy grail of dog care: a good groomer. Luckily, I have one! I have no complaints about that and under normal conditions, neither does Coco.

The dogs that were there waiting for grooming; how can I describe it? How about "yikes!" Never have I felt so sorry for my pooch as when I dropped her off. Every dog in the kennel area was barking as if they had their own angry canine choir. One was actually growling at everything and everyone. Though it was safe for her, I could tell immediately that the noise was going to make her crazy.

Three hours later, I returned to pick up Coco. She looked great, so nice and clean. Her cut was perfect but you could read her mind - she was not happy. She just stared at me and telepathically told me she was about an hour past her breaking point and "let's get out of here!" 

The other things she told me telepathically cannot be printed within the parameters of my family friendly blog. 

Getting into the car, Coco looked back at the door of the shop and actually growled. She is not one to growl. If I could guess what thoughts were floating around in her mop top, I'm sure she felt cheated out of a day out to make friends. No kids in there; she stayed secured in a back room, waiting her turn. The other dogs weren't on board with playing. Gee whiz, even the cockatiels and parrots were gone today. All the trip had to offer was a loud haircut and time in a cage.

When we got home, she ran in the house and drank some water. Immediately afterwards, she jumped on the recliner and went to sleep. "Like a dead dog" seems a little cliche, but in this case, that is exactly what she looked like.

So much for her doggie day off.