217: Indignity heaped on Insult

Another Friday, another trauma.

This Friday afternoon I was bundled into the car and driven a relatively short distance (taking about 10 minutes) to a surprise location - not the park!

I was then dragged to a retail establishment (shop, to you) and forced inside.  I, of course, resisted.  That’s why I carefully selected the word ‘forced’.  I was pushed, pulled, nudged, half-carried - much to the amusement of other shoppers.

Why did I resist?

I don’t really know. I don’t like strange places or surprises of any kind.  And this ‘adventure’ had all the hallmarks of a bad trip - not like a drug-based ‘trip’, more like a visit to the vet.

And so it turned out to be.  Not a visit to the vet but … spooky, sinister music should play here …  a visit to a groomer.

They (my beans) handed me over - and abandoned me.  The next 2 hours were sheer hell.  I was again pulled, prodded and pushed  … but this time it involved the use of scissors and electric hair shears.

I even had a bath (And I’ve already had one this year!!!)

The groomers (there were 2 of them at times) seemed as if they could be nice people at times … but they had obviously had special training on how to make a dog’s life uncomfortable and embarrassing. 

How long did the ordeal last?  I should have issued a spoiler alert a couple of paragraphs ago since those of you paying attention to the details of my ordeal will remember I said  ‘2 hours’’.  And 2 hours it was.

Eventually, my beans returned to collect me - and the ordeal was over.

Was it worth it?

You would first have to define the parameters and criteria against which the judgement was to be made.  Lots of people have commented on how nice I look now - but I looked nice before.

The real clincher is that I think they have made a repeat booking for about 6 weeks’ time.  For the next few days I intend to concentrate on growing my hair.  

Then I need to work on a plan to stop this new form of (what looks like regular) abuse.

It’s a dog’s life.