64: The Terror Returns

I  told you about my fear of being taken to the dog groomer.  Now it has moved  from possibility to reality - I have an appointment ... for 11th May.  Through carefully controlled breathing and the use of medicinal biscuits, I have managed to reduce my panic level to ‘severe’ but my ‘disappointment with my human beans has risen to ‘crushing’.  I never really thought TOWTSH would get round to it.  

Of course, I really blame TOWTLH. She seems to have it in for me. She restricts my diet and puts nasty stuff in my eye four times each day.

I’m thinking of ‘pulling a sickie’ - playing ill on the appointed day  ... but that might simply delay the inevitable and  increase my fear factor.

Another coping strategy is to ‘play heavy’ while they try to drag my unwilling and uncooperative body (which I can make very heavy when I want to) out of the house and to the groomer’s.  At least they may try to coerce me with bribes of food and treats.

By the next time I write this blog (Dog God willing) it will all be over. I can either tell you about how I managed to avoid the terror and ignominy of a grooming - or I can show you a picture of the result.

Keep tuned in!