Showing posts with label before and after. Show all posts
Showing posts with label before and after. Show all posts

Sunday, March 13, 2011

before and after

It's only natural that a man would want his dog to exude a certain flair, a point of view, a dogly elegance. Freud would have a field day, but a dog, after all, is a manifestation of a world view.


To that end, dogs have expectations of us too. Let down the side and there is hell to pay.

Yesterday, I let down the side. Pooh was too matted to brush , and Charlie came home from a walk in the woods full of burrs and vermin, so I called for a day at the groomers.

They are not amused. I can only barely tell them apart. Charlie has furrier ears, and tail.

If you pay attention, you can read a dog's questions by its demeanor. Both are asking why I couldn't wait a month, or at least until it warmed up a tad.

Perhaps you had to have been there.