My poor Elly…
March 24th, 2009 Posted in life with poodlesElly was scratching herself last night so I decided that I’d see if I could get her groomed today. Of course the groomer was busy so I decided I’d do a quick clip and then take her up to the self-service dog wash and give her a nice bath. Then the front door lock broke and now the locksmith is coming, I don’t have time to give her a bath, I clipped poor Elly with her standing on the front porch and…
Do you remember when you were in high school and you went to the wrong person for a haircut and they cut it too short and you wore a hat to school but then the teacher made you take it off? Remember that moment of sheer humiliation when your friends pointed and stared at you? When you really hoped the floor would swallow you?
What do you think the dog equivalent of that moment is? Because Elly’s going to have it, the next time we go to the dog park.
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