Chance is mad at me. He should be mad a Far Guy too but oh no he was forgiven almost immediately.
It was time for Chance to be groomed..he needed the works again. He was not thrilled.
We dropped him off with the instructions: glands, toe nails, hypoallergenic shampoo and NO PERFUME and then we went out for breakfast. They told us he might be ready about 2:30. Well we did errands and checked out the antique shops and got home at noon and there was a message that Chance was ready. Really ..so soon??
He was “talking to them” I knew it was him as soon as we walked in the door. I hollered “Shut up” he did for just a minute and then he began his mournful howling again. Far Guy said “That cannot be my dog.” News flash to Far Guy..your dog is very spoiled and he has separation anxiety.
All the way home he glared at me from his spot in the back seat.
What a turd.
He was so thirsty he ran right over to his outside water bucket. Still glaring.
Then he laid down and refused to look at me.. he is sure
pretty handsome after a grooming. He will forget all about it in a week or so:)