Yesterday, I did a little dog brushing, with the occasional snip of matted fur. Both grrrls were trying to do their best impressions of the clock in Salvador Dali’s “Persistence of Memory”.
While a blissfully relaxed dog is a good thing, in grooming (these two, at least), it’s a mixed blessing. It’s all well and good the dog is lying across your leg going snork snork snork, but when you need to change positions, they get fussy. Sometimes nippy.
“No Hooman! Not stop! I bite! I...Ohhhhh...other side!