dogs' day out

Friday morning I let the dogs out when I got up, as usual, grabbed my coffee and sat down to check email and solve all overnight crises that had come up. Shower, ready to leave for work, go to let dogs back in. No dogs. Crap. Wander into backyard, uh oh, dug under gate and went out into the bayou (which is really just a sassy ditch). Call, etc., no dogs. Crap. They could have been gone as long as an hour. I try not to trip out, of course I’m worried they’ve made it out of the subdivision and out to busy Northpark Dr. or W. Lake Houston Pkwy.


Bucky & Satchel

Wander out to street, call, no dogs. OK, get in truck, drive down to the entrance to the bayou, drive up to the levy (yes, I know I risk $4000 fine, but my babies are out there), and go "off road" for a mile or so… and there they are! Yay! Down in the water! Booooo! Frolicking away, splish splash we’re gonna need a bath Daddy! Call them, they see the truck and come on up… muddy little demons. Bucky leaps in, Satchel needs some help. Eww, now I am covered in bayou muck. Drive ‘em home, hose ‘em off, and man do they STINK! They already stank from the last two forays into the muck, even after good baths. I was going to get them groomed with a good short coiffure for the summer anyway. Call the grooming place: "I have a dogs-went-into-the-bayou emergency." "OK, bring them over, we have a package for that."

Yes, here in Stepford, the grooming place has a package for that. So I change clothes, load ‘em up again, and dammit now I am covered in wet dog and hair. Arrive, truck now really stinks: Bedouin blanket + wet dogs + bayou muck = yelch. Anyway, bring them in, lady (I think she was a bull dyke…) asks exactly what I want them to do.

"Get all the mud out, bathe them, groom, nails, and give them a summer haircut."
"So you mean a #10 with a head/tail blend."
"Sure, fine." This is the first time I have brought them to a place like this, I’m late late late for work, so fine, whatever. This is what happened:



Oops.

Bucky does not seem to mind. He looks like a black sheep that’s been shorn. Satchel’s mad…he looks like an albino hyena. But overall, they’re all kinds of happy. Two big adventures in one day.

Think about it: You’re naughty and you get to go to the spa for the day? A dog’s life. Not bad.