The deed is done.
"Oh, for heavens sake," whines Henry. "Mom, don't take picture of me naked! I'm almost a year old - not a pup anymore. Jeesh. I can't believe you are doing this to me!"
Followed by barking, "OMG on the blog? Really?"
Showing posts with label grooming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grooming. Show all posts
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Washed and Groomed and Clipped
Henry's beautiful fur has grown to be over four inches long. It is beautiful. It is lovely. Henry and I comb and brush at least 1/2 hour a day - working on those inevitable snarls. His combination of the very baby fine soft undercoat and only slightly stiffer overcoat is a grooming killer.
Henry loves to plunge into the sprinkler, roll in the dirt, then coat himself with the bald cypress hooked nettles. His lovely charcoal tipped white hair becomes charcoal tipped dingy.
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| Henry covering his grubby little face. |
He still looks precious...but as his hair grows longer we are dealing with more little mats. They seem to appear from nowhere. No matter how careful I am, Henry does not like getting those mats combed out.
The comb stays next to my chair and between grooming efforts, Henry tries to capture the comb and hide it. He is frustrated at his lack of success. There seems to be an endless supply of combs and brushes in this house.
Our last visit with Jessica at PetCo was a success. She was gentle with the Henry and although he returned all fluffy and girlie, he also returned un-traumatized. That is a major plus.
Wait for it. Twelve noon today sweet Henry will be losing his black tips and going down to an inch.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Grooming
10:30 a.m.
We will see! Henry went in to visit Dr.Throgmorton to have his stitches checked - it all looks great - and since I was there, I checked out the grooming center.
I do not want Henry's beautiful locks buzzed off. I just want a bit on his tush gone, between his toes, and a little off where it overlaps his eyes. Nails trimmed, ears cleaned. I like his furry fluffy self. So, he is there until four-ish and I am having separation anxiety.
12:30 p.m.
No Henry - no walk. We did one hour earlier, but I'm getting used to this out-with-the-dog business. Guess I'll go clean up the doggie stuff in the back yard. Yes...quality alone time!
2:00 p.m.
The clock seems to really slow down with Henry at the groomer. I must go do something!
3:10 p.m.
Hum. Is this desperation? I went to JoAnn Fabrics. They are having a sale. I got three dog clothes patterns: $1.00 each (they were $13 to $15 patterns) plus velcro. Will I make the clothes? Am I just finding excuses to not clean the ceramic studio walls? They have not called for me to pick up Henry yet. I guess they really did mean 4 p.m. Please, please, please let them follow the no-cut directions!
4:30 p.m.
Otto, our male cat met the transformed Henry with distain. "What the heck? He looks like a pinhead." I thought that was harsh.
Vivika, our female cat had another take on the transformation. "Who could possibly care. He is a dog."
Greg voiced a comparison to a "David Bowie" aging rocker haircut.
They over-trimmed the bit above his eyes, but he can see and as for the rest, he has already chewed off the scarf and when his nap is over, he'll go out in roll in the dirt. He does look a bit like the halo is just barely out of sight right now.
I asked to see the boarding facilities. I don't know what I expected, but I was not impressed. Thank goodness we have Marilyn and Kathy to come and visit our guys when we cannot take them with us. The boarding spot comes highly recommended and it is top ranked in our city. It was clean and well organized, but although no pups were crying, they all seemed incredibly sad and that's not how it is suppose to be.
We will see! Henry went in to visit Dr.Throgmorton to have his stitches checked - it all looks great - and since I was there, I checked out the grooming center.
I do not want Henry's beautiful locks buzzed off. I just want a bit on his tush gone, between his toes, and a little off where it overlaps his eyes. Nails trimmed, ears cleaned. I like his furry fluffy self. So, he is there until four-ish and I am having separation anxiety.
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| This is the "before" shot. |
No Henry - no walk. We did one hour earlier, but I'm getting used to this out-with-the-dog business. Guess I'll go clean up the doggie stuff in the back yard. Yes...quality alone time!
2:00 p.m.
The clock seems to really slow down with Henry at the groomer. I must go do something!
3:10 p.m.
Hum. Is this desperation? I went to JoAnn Fabrics. They are having a sale. I got three dog clothes patterns: $1.00 each (they were $13 to $15 patterns) plus velcro. Will I make the clothes? Am I just finding excuses to not clean the ceramic studio walls? They have not called for me to pick up Henry yet. I guess they really did mean 4 p.m. Please, please, please let them follow the no-cut directions!
4:30 p.m.
Otto, our male cat met the transformed Henry with distain. "What the heck? He looks like a pinhead." I thought that was harsh.
Vivika, our female cat had another take on the transformation. "Who could possibly care. He is a dog."
They over-trimmed the bit above his eyes, but he can see and as for the rest, he has already chewed off the scarf and when his nap is over, he'll go out in roll in the dirt. He does look a bit like the halo is just barely out of sight right now.
I asked to see the boarding facilities. I don't know what I expected, but I was not impressed. Thank goodness we have Marilyn and Kathy to come and visit our guys when we cannot take them with us. The boarding spot comes highly recommended and it is top ranked in our city. It was clean and well organized, but although no pups were crying, they all seemed incredibly sad and that's not how it is suppose to be.
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