Apr 28 2011
Dog Trade
On Tuesday, I traded in my Golden Retriever for a Lab.
After 3 years of pitiful, sorry grooming attempts which ended in bleeding ears, bleeding nails, and snarled chunks of fur hacked out, I brought Blaze to a groomer. As usual, I had to drag Blaze into the car to go to the vet for his checkup and shots. (He hates to ride in the car.) At the vet, I sat there completely embarrassed by the poor state of his ungroomed coat and the clumps of snarled fur behind his ears. Another woman was sitting there with her beautifully groomed sheltie. It’s coat was groomed really short, but looked terrific. I asked her what dog groomer she went to. She told me, and then remarked, “They aren’t cheap, but they are good. They are always booked. You have to make an appointment.”
After the vet gave Blaze the yearly thumbs up, I drove to the groomer, sending up a prayer. The thought of dragging Blaze back into the car on a future date was not very appealing to me. When I arrived at the shop, the crazy dog lady groomer came out to talk to me. I asked if she ever took walk in appointments and told her about the sorry state of my dog. She replied, “Usually, I am solidly booked, but today, I don’t know what happened, bring him in.”(I know what happened: God answers prayers.) She asked me what I wanted her to do for him, and I said,”Shave it all off.”
She said she would give me back a Lab, but I didn’t believe her. I should have. She knew what she was doing and Blaze apparently realized that as well. Blaze had always been a monster when we attempted to groom him. The last grooming attempt, Josiah and I tried to hold Blaze in place while he fought us throughout as Dale was trying to cut out chunks of his matted fur.
Tuesday afternoon, when I returned, the groomer informed me that Blaze had gotten up on the table, stayed calm about the clippers, and genuinely behaved like a well adjusted dog.
As the Dog Whisperer claims, the problem is rarely the dog, it’s almost always the owner…
Oh, that would be me.
When the groomer brought Blaze out for the reveal, Gabe, Zeke, and I were completely shocked. I swear she switched dogs on me. He looks completely different. I gave her a hug and thanked her profusely. There are many things in life that I tell myself I will eventually take care of. The tasks seem simple enough that I should be able to do them. Then, life comes along, and I never make the task a priority. It gets neglected or poorly done and it wears me out with its guilt. Grooming the dog was one of those tasks.
Blaze was in the van when we picked up Abby and Josiah from the bus. Abby wanted to know whose dog we were watching. When Dale arrived home from work, the sight of Blaze gave him a shock and he laughed and laughed and laughed.