Mom took me to the doggy beauty parlor, and then she left me. Alone!
Well, okay, not really alone. There were other humans around and other dogs too. But Mom deserted me. Just handed my leash to a stranger and walked out and left me with these women. Just like that. The nerve of her. Who knows what these women would do to me. And dogs. There were other dogs there. Dogs.
Now I’ve been to doggy day spas before. After all, I have really long hair. I’m a sheltie and my fur needs brushing and cutting regularly. Mom said she used to take Daisy, my guardian angel, and Lacy and Sienna (the shelties who lived here to ripe old ages) to a neighborhood woman. She only lived a few miles away. In the country, that’s a neighbor.
But that doggy groomer retired and there aren’t a whole lot of choices for dog spas out here in the middle of nowhere. She knew this doggy spa was good. The people were kind and knew what they were doing. They’d be good to me. She promised. But she never told me they’d be other dogs there.
Look, I’m okay with other dogs. Sometimes. Depends on the dog. We’ve gone to visit other dogs, puppies and grown-ups. Sometimes I let one of my doggy friends, Vinnie, ride in the car with us. She’s quiet. I like her. Once Colt tried to ride with us, but he scared me. He’s a puppy and was very excited. I didn’t like that, so he had to leave.
Mom’s pretty protective of me like that. She won’t let other dogs bother me. But here we were in the doggy spa and there were other dogs. And Mom was leaving. I hadn’t yet told here if I liked them or not. Let alone telling her if I liked the humans.
As it turned out I did like the humans. They were very nice to me as they gave me a bath and haircut and trimmed my pawnails. They even put the little dogs away and they went to sleep. It was pretty quiet then.
Before long Mom came back. A woman put my leash on and walked me to find Mom. As soon as I saw her, I ran as fast as I could to her. It felt so good to see her. She gave me lots of good rubs. It felt really good. I was so happy to see her.
Still, when she stood up I just had to scold her. After all, she left me with strangers. Okay, okay it felt good to be bathed and brushed and cooed over. And the strangers weren’t strangers anymore. After all, they had touched my most private areas. But still Mom had left me alone with them and those doggies too. So, I say she deserved my scolding.
Piper’s stories are so cute! My 11 year old son and I have started reading them together.
Arf, arf (Jumping up and down) bark, bark. Thank you. You touched our hearts to happy tears.