Friday, April 1, 2011
Poor, poor Chevy the Super Dog. He's our 2 year old 10 lb adorable
son Maltese who would like to be a big dog. Because he has hair, not fur, we take him to get groomed every 3-4 months, depending on the season. He never likes going to our fabulous dog groomer (whom I tip more than a hairdresser--she's THAT good) although he has stopped trembling as soon as I take him in. Something that hasn't changed is that every time we bring him home from the groomer (where he gets a close, close cut because he doesn't like us to brush him out and his hair sometimes gets matted before we take him in) is that he's pretty melancholy for 3 or 4 days after his hair cut. Maybe we should have named him Samson. This is what he looks like after his hair cut and this is what he does when we return from the groomer's.
posted 11:53 PM