HuMom, in her quest for Siberian perfection, decided I need to go back to the "Muddy Paws" dog groomer for the second time this year.
This is simply inhumane! PETA! What about *MY* rights. I am not a show dog. I am a companion animal according to Ingrid Newkirk. Twice a year at that wretched place is enough.
I did my best to keep up the resistance. I pancaked myself as the HuMom dragged me into the grooming shack. Not very dignified. I needed a moment to collect myself. Stooopid Kiley the malamute went bounding in the door. Suck up that she is. She loves the groomer. She loves the attention. She loves getting dog biscuits. She enjoys terrorizing all the other dogs in the shop. But me? I cry and howl the entire time. Why does my HuMom do this to me?
HuMom comes at me with the rake three times a week. She was mortified when the groomer made her feel like she never takes a brush to me. Of course she brushes me. Did she want to see the garbage bag full of hair she raked off me just prior to coming to the groomer. Only my human grooms me before going to the groomer. *sigh*
Four hours later, HuMom comes to pick us up. I am in the crate crying and trying to claw my way out.
It cost the HuMom $70 dollars for my groom alone! That will surely put a hole in her budget so maybe I won't have to go back again this year. Even after the $70 dollar bath, I still had hair flying off me. I heard the HuMom say "He's still shedding hair" to which the groomer seemed miffed that HuMom noticed.
HuMom decided that I will no longer go back to this groomer. She watches "Top Groomer". She knows what a good groom is. And Petsmart does a better job for a lot less money.
At the advice of some of her dog friends, HuMom is now looking at buying us a raised tub of our own and something called an "Air Force Dryer". So hopefully, HuMOm won't be wasting any more of her money at that groomer.
Hope you enjoy my picture.
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