The melting snow is leaving behind the soot and salt and sand and grunge that is part of winter. That's outside. Inside Gabriel seems to be a magnet for all kinds of winter grunge both from the outside and the inside. I am reluctant to bathe him as the house is quite cool. It is time for the groomer.
Last evening I watched the last of the Westminster Dog Show. What beautifully goomed dogs. And last minute grooming touches were being applied even in the ring before their judgement walk. These dogs love this grooming process. It is part of their lives. A BIG part. For Gabriel, not so much. I actually started out with him as a pup with the comb and brush and kithen sink baths and the hair dryer and the clippers. He just never did take to it. As time went on it became more and more of a struggle until I finally caved and found a groomer for him.
I don't know if he likes the grooming process that he gets every six to eight weeks. I don't care. It is going to happen anyway. I can't do it, so let a professional do it.
