Lila had her haircut on Tuesday this week. I took her to the beach to run, get dirty and wear herself out a bit beforehand. The groomer is one I’ve never used before but she does Suzie and another friend of Lila’s, Kiku, and comes highly recommended. She is also the only groomer who lets the owner stay while she works. The usual policy is to leave the dog and come back a couple of hours later. They think the dog will act up if the owner is there but how do they know! Lila prefers my staying and it does make her more relaxed.
As I was watching the procedure, I mentioned that it is the blow-drying process that I find so tedious. I am far too impatient. Paula told me it takes hours to dry a Newfoundland Sheepdog. Then she told me of a time she was to meet some friends for dinner at a nearby restaurant. It was a hot and muggy July First, Canada Day, and she had spent the afternoon grooming a big Sheepdog. When she finally got to the restaurant, noticeably late, her friends asked where she had been. They’d been worried about her. She said, exasperated, in a very loud clear voice, “I’ve spent the last four hours blowing a Newfoundlander!” The whole restaurant full of diners burst out in laughter. Then she felt a tap from behind on her shoulder: “Excuse me, Paula, said a male voice. “I’m part Newfie.”
She said it was weeks before she heard the end of that one. It went all around the email and phone circuits.
hi i wanted to let you know that i was reading your blogs. i love the way you think. we should talk one day my names nicole
Posted by: nicole at January 3, 2009 06:40 PM