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No, I don’t groom Lottie myself. I used to clip Snuva myself sometimes, however she seemed to instantly grow about 18 more legs and have several acres more hair than she should have. Then of course I’d have schnauzer hair clippings permeating the entire house and trying to imbed in my skin. Much easier to pay someone else. And as an added bonus, I can pretend to Lottie that I’m rescuing her from the Evil Groomer when I pick her up. Sometimes I feel like the money I pay is actually a bribe to pay for the groomer’s silence about how filthy and smelly my dog is and how long her toenails have gotten. That’s something I don’t understand though: how do Lottie’s nails stay so long? I guess it’s because although we walk a lot, it’s usually not on anything sealed, just unpaved tracks and trails. But I digress. . .
I dropped a stinky Lottie off at the groomer this morning before work, and at lunch picked up a clean dog. Lottie says schnauzer fashions this summer are short all over with a trimmed beard and flaggy tail. And she chose the red ribbon with gold paw prints, not me!Â
She was thrilled to be ‘rescued’ from the groomer and even happier when we parked the cacheWagon in the city. (Mind you, sometimes I think Lottie’s general disposition is just an ever mounting happiness.) We gave Scott a call, and he grabbed some lunch from the Wursthaus and met us in St David’s Park. He even got Lottie her own smoked Vienna sausage. Joy!
St David’s Park is a lovely spot in the city to relax and take a break. My only criticism: the modern memorials aren’t as attractive as the older ones. (In the photo, the new one is in the foreground and the older ones are in the background. Not a great photo, but the thought had just struck me.)
We made our way to work, and Lottie immediately flopped down to go to sleep. She’s learned work is boring. Every half hour or so she gets up, puts her paws on my knee, and looks intently at me as if imploring me to leave. Oh, if wishing made it so.