February 19, 2018

White Dog is pretty patient when it comes to brushing and the other elements of good grooming. But she laughs at the level of drama that some of the White Dog Army reaches at the idea of a foot fur trim (Zsofia howls as though she is being skinned) or an ear cleaning (Bella spends hours after shaking her head and rubbing her face along the furniture).

With an Army of customers, Chez Steve's Spa Days are really more like Spa Weeks. We started by attempting to trim Bailey's owl toes on Saturday and got two feet done before Sachi's distraction of barfing in the hallway allowed our Big Girl to escape to the yard. Then Stormer calmly took a bath but he did not want to be rubbed so we placed him gently on a pile of towels to dry the natural way. Bella cried softly in my arms as Steve dremeled her nails; she refused to talk to me the rest of the morning.

We had to pause as towels were washed and dried...LOTS of towels are needed when it is Spa Day for an Army.

Opal came and created a stir by asking to be brushed! "Is she trying to make the rest of us look bad?" Sachi groused. Our former mill dog absolutely adores the attention and soothing rhythm of being brushed she leans into the activity and truly enjoys her moment.

"Better her than me," Bailey encouraged me as she casually got up and sauntered from the room. Opal, on the other hand turned to show me just where I needed to direct the brush next.