Yesterday was eventful! It always is when the groomers are in town. Millie (being a hairy furry) is groomed every six weeks so she’s pretty used to it. She actually loves her daily grooming done by me, we go at it for over an hour but she just falls asleep. I just pick her up and turn her over when needed, and aside from a grumble here and there about having her sleep disturbed, there’s no fuss at all from her. She doesn’t even open her eyes.
Ellie on the other hand, is a different kettle of fish altogether. She just about tolerates me going at her with a brush, but when the groomers are due … all hell breaks loose. I swear she has a sixth sense for when they are due (either that or she can smell the clean approaching from miles off – probably that). Five minutes before they even pull into the drive she is a sorrowful mess. She cries and whimpers and paces around, then as soon as she sees that van pull up she just gets her bark on! … and it stays on, till they’ve gone. maybe for a little bit afterward, barking is her favourite! We bought her a Thundershirt specifically for this reason, the results are a bit mixed to be honest but it’s not doing any harm having it on her and if she gets even the tiniest bit of comfort out of it then it’s worthwhile.
Days like yesterday are particularly tough on her though, because the groomers were here for HER! Not just her, all three of the monsters. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that all that fuss is when they are just here for Millie! They are here pretty much for a whole afternoon, with three dogs to make beautiful. We send Ellie in first of course, and she’s perfectly behaved while she is in there; Carol (the groomer) says she is actually the most relaxed of them all. We don’t know what goes on in her little head.
Myfie is so laid back, he is perfectly happy to settle himself in for a bit of pampering … he knows there are treats to come after. But yesterday, the drama was all his! He came in all sparkly, clean and smelling lovely; trotted himself off to get his treats and we noticed little patches of blood in a trail behind him. He didn’t have a clue what was going on and didn’t appear to be in any discomfort. He let me lift his little paw up to see what was happening and I was greeted with a bloody mess, I tried not to be alarmed since (as previously mentioned) he is a ‘bleeder’… and took him to Carol to have a clean and a look. One of his claws was literally split down the middle! Poor little fella! I think all of the dirt must have been holding the thing on, and the bath had loosened it all up! We decided to dash him to the vets because the vein was exposed and could cause him pain. Millie is in the van and Ellie is beside herself at this point; she thinks Myf is going for a walk because he is having his lead put on and … it’s chaos, all hell is breaking loose.
It turns out that it was an old break and he’ll be fine. They took the offending claw off, gave him some painkillers and put a little bandage over the paw so we can keep it clean and dry, avoiding infection. He wanted no part of any bandage though and as soon as he was home, made it his mission to free himself of it! I tried reapplying it several times, to no avail … but it’s not wasted. Millie didn’t like feeling left out so insisted that she got to wear it instead.
Myfie was displeased about the change of ownership though. Just because he doesn’t want to wear it, does not mean SHE can. Cue their favourite game of play-fighting (paw troubles long forgotten), Ellie hiding under the curtain suckling with Sam (her big stuffed dog toy) and our usual chaotic order was restored. Ahh!
So, what’s a typical groomsday in your house? Do your pups love it, or hate it? We’d love to hear, especially Ellie!