Some dogs run when they hear the word “grooming.” Not me. I love spa day.
Mom’s a certified all-breed groomer, so our kitchen transforms into what I like to call The Spoo Spa. She sets up the table with a soft pad — very professional, five stars — and usually lifts the dogs up herself. But not me.
At my very first grooming session, before she could even bend down, I jumped right up on the table and faced her square on. “I’m ready now,” I told her with my eyes. And I’ve done it ever since. Once I’m up there, I don’t budge until she gives the official “all done” signal.
What can I say? A distinguished gentleman likes to look his best.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker