August 13, 2008

White Dog went for a pre-Denver grooming appointment this morning but getting her to go was drama in its highest form. The white princess can be a total diva when it comes to over-the-top theatrics. She has always gone to the same groomer where they love her, treat her like their own, and fill her with treats...so she should have no issues about going. But Steve had to use his "I am in charge" voice to draw her out from under the chair where she was hiding. Then White Dog made a mad dash for behind my legs where she lay Gandhi-like trembling and crying. Normally at the mere chance for a car ride, White Dog is out of the door and sitting by the car as soon as "ride" is mentioned. This morning Steve had to put on her leash and command "heel" before she would budge. Steve reported that White Dog shook and carried on all during the three-minute drive, had to be dragged from the car, and coaxed to the shop door. Then White Dog calmly walked in and sat in her usual kennel as if nothing was unusual. She came home beautiful and coiffed for travel...and the groomer said that White Dog was "her typical angelic self!"