168: Its a Sham!

2 weeks ago, I told you that I was going to the groomer for a haircut.  I said I didn’t mind because the weather was warmimg up and I didn’t fancy wearing my long fur coat throughout the summer.

Well, this week he came (for the groomer is  a ‘He’). He’s quite gentle for a big man and he lifts me up and carries me to his grooming van.  (The first time he came, he tried enticing me but I don’t do ‘enticed’; I’m much too proud.)

Now, I’m shorn - but cooler. It’s been a success. I get admiring glances from the other dogs in the park.  

Of course, I can’t let my beans know that I’m happy with the situation. I don’t want them thinking I will acquiesce to all of their suggestions and procedures.  My independence (and aloofness) is important to me, So, when they are nearby, I remember the parts of the grooming process that I don’t like - such as the shampooing - and then I can pull an authentic sad face and gain their sympathy.

Of curse its an act.  But they act and tell me lies.  Like when they go out saying “We’re going shopping”; but I notice they don’t have any shopping bags.  They are going out to enjoy themselves.  I understand they have to do that sometimes, but why do they have to lie to me.

Wouldn’t honesty be better than the sham they put forward? 

Aren’t human beans strange?