To show her displeasure WD hopped through the dog door and sat on the deck while we concluded the morning ritual of every one's toothbrushing. I stood in the patio window and gestured for her to come in for her turn; she turned her head away. Hands on hips I called her to come and my body language convinced her this was not a line to draw in the sand. She came in and ears flat, trembling, total drama queen mode, allowed Steve to brush her teeths...then she fled the room.
|Puff waiting for the blow dryer|
Four White Dogs received the complete spa treatment; YoYoMa got all except the bath and WD was brushed to maximum floofiness and had her ears cleaned (she gets groomed by Scot next week). It was now after 3pm and there were complaints about the lateness of duck jerky treats. "If we were paying for this spa day," Oso yipped to Steve, "your neglect in the timely offering treats would be reflected in your tip!" Steve picked him up and held him nose-to-nose. "Little Man, this is the best deal in town. Nobody is going to more lovingly care for you and make sure you get treats and then wrap you in a cozy blanket to take a nap once we are done. Now stop complaining and look forward to greeting the new year clean and bright and floofy!"