Rion went to the Bad Place (aka the groomer’s) on Friday. What with one thing and another, this is the longest he had gone without grooming since he was a puppy. (The downside of a dog that doesn’t shed is that they have to be groomed regularly.) I had forgotten what a trim dog was underneath all the fluff. He looked like a 1970’s shag carpet. Oddly enough, although he was shaking when I parked the car at the Bad Place, he followed quite readily into the anteroom. Then he planted his butt looking dreadfully pathetic until the groomer scooped him up and carried him off.
