Of course EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. I am apologizing all over myself while simultaneously turning 3 shades of red.
And asking for a plastic bag and paper towels, because, of course, I forgot to bring my own...despite my foreknowledge of the chaos about to ensue.
And the groomer just smiles and hands me a bag and paper towels.
It's like they have it marked in his file that they need to have a bag ready when we walk in the door.
In fact, they probably DO have that in the file.
I would if I were them.
One can understand why I only muster up the courage to take him about every 3 months...when he's so shaggy and stinky that I simply cannot take it any longer.
|Photo credit to PA for finding this sign at Old Time Pottery and insisting I take a picture of it; who knew it would come in handy so soon? |
Well, I'm sure PA did!
I am so thankful to Groomer Gregg and his staff that, not only do they clean up our mutt and make him so beautiful (I would normally say "handsome" because he is a boy...ok a eunuch if we're being technical...but because Indy is so often mistaken for a female with his girly tail and swishing hips when he walks, we'll stick with beautiful) they have not banned us from the establishment.
|Indy...all tuckered out from a hard day at the groomer's. Please note the non-masculine bandana they put on him. |
Even the groomer, who SHAVED the dog's potty area, is apparently thrown off by the dog's femininity...