Having a Bad Day

"Well", mom said "Prinnie, you really did it this time" and she lifted me in to her arms and gave me a hug and nuzzle of love. Somehow she understood that there are moments from time to time that even the best of eskies have an off day. Yesterday was mine.

Our groomer was late arriving, and with my schedule so busy, I have little tolerance for that sort of thing. Anyhow, they asked me to come out to the grooming van, and because I wasn't thrilled, mom carried me out. Once there, I knew it wasn't going to be a good day and I began to screech and squeal and nip and bite and snarl at the groomers. They weren't my regular people, and I don't know about you, but I like my regular people. Why did they change it up on me?? Where was my Becky? Who was this other lady?

Mom came back out when she heard me tantruming and tried to tell me it would be ok, but I was hearing none of it. After another few minutes, the lady picked me up and took me back in to the house and told my parents that they weren't going to groom me because I was being bad. They said they would have Becky come and try to work with me later this week. That's when mom picked me up and cuddled me. When the lady left, mommy cuddled me too and told me it was ok that I was kicked out of the grooming van. They laughed in slight embarrassment that I had gotten the proverbial boot, but understood my fear and didn't get angry.

Today Becky came to our house to try again, and it was a better day all around. I decided it was ok for her to do her job, but when it was all over, my parents were less than pleased with how it turned out. They promised me that from now on, mom would trim me up, to which I jumped into her arms and gasped a big sigh of relief. I may end up bald and little frumpy looking, but it will all be done in love!