The Weekend

Today the girls are going to the groomer.  They don't know it yet and I am thankful that they don't understand and can't talk back.  Can you imagine if your dogs were sassy like your kids?  It sounds silly but think about it for a minute.  Since the girls don't particularily like going to the groomers, I'm sure they'd be crying and whining, pacing up and down the hallway after me bellering out, "Why, mom?  Why do we have to go?  I don't want to be cooped up in a crate for 3 hours!  Mooooooom!  Please don't make me go!  I want to stay home!  I hate that groomer.  She's mean!  Pleeeeeease Mom, don't take me!"  And since there are two of them it'd be double trouble.  Well, let me pull myself out of that self induced nightmare.  Thankfully it is all just a figment of an overactive imagination.

Actually if the truth were to be told I'd have to admit that I am more anxious having the girls out of my sight than they will be.  I hate it when they are away.  I worry about the latch on the crate not being fastened properly and the girls making their exit - because they are extremely fast little critters - out of the shop behind some unsuspecting dog owner who has just dropped off his own pooch.  I worry that the girls will not be put into the same crate together, and since they think they are joined at the hip, they would spend the next four hours in misery separated.  I worry that they can't go potty because they are in a crate which forces them to "hold it" until I pick them up.  I worry that they may get thirsty.  But the biggest worry is that the groomer will cut their nails a bit too short and make them bleed!  ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!  I can feel their pain - if there is any! 

On a lighter note:

While the girls are away at the groomers I intend to come back home and clean house, do some laundry, and take a shower so that I'll be ready to pick up my two little darlings around noon.  Then we will have lunch, the girls being so thankful to be home,  will curl up for an afternoon nap, and mom (me) will go shopping!  By the time I get home they will have forgotten about the groomers and once again their little black eyes will shine with adoration for me!

Can you tell I've done this before? hehe