My friends, you may have noticed it has been a while since I have mentioned a spa visit. I have been looking pretty shaggy too, not that I care, but it makes Mom nuts. Sadly my spa person, Emily, moved away meaning I needed to find a new doggy spa. I know there is a groomer on every corner, but my coat is not like most. My fur needs to be stripped not trimmed and most grooming places won’t do that. The other problem I have is most groomers don’t know how to groom my breed. Lucky for me, the girl that pulls my ear hair moved to a new doggy spa and the owner, Susan, agreed to spiff me up!
I packed up my wallet and some reading material for my trip to the spa. I was a bit nervous going to a new groomer. Mom had talked to Susan a couple times and discussed how my coat should be done. They emailed photos and Susan even contacted a GBGV breeder for some advice. She really wanted to do a good job on my fur and Mom trusted her.
The spa I went to is called Fancy Paws. It surely fits me because Mom often calls me little miss fancy panties.
I was hesitant to go inside and wanted to just sit on the sidewalk for a bit to get my nerve up. Part of my brain said run like you see a wabbit…get out of here, but the other side said I needed to be a big girl and get spiffed up.
The waiting area is kind of small, but fancy. I like fancy, so that was good. It is also black and white with red accents. I am black, white and tan and Mom says I look great with red, so I looked good in the place. It is always important to match well.
Here is my before photo up on the table. I have to admit, I was pretty shaggy and dirty, but what is really wrong with that? Being all clean is way overrated. Look at my tail (yes that is my tail, I am not a boy)…I was scared out of my fur…and then the worst happened! Mom left me! Yep, she just walked out the door and left me.
Thankfully after three hours Mom returned. I told Susan to call her to say I was still alive and needed a ride home. She told Mom that I was such a nice girl, so well behaved and did such a great job being groomed. I am awesome, so for me it was no surprise. We took an after photo and I have to admit I do look darn pretty, and I feel much lighter! My tail is still nervous, but a bit looser.
Where is the mischief? Susan ratted me out to Mom. Every time I was allowed on the floor to roam a bit and stretch, I went to the reception desk and dug around in the trash can hauling out the good stuff. I thought my secret trash addiction was safe with Susan, but evidently not…next time I will have to be more sneaky! Despite her “telling on me”, if you are in the south metro and are looking for a great doggy spa, give Fancy Paws a try, you will not be disappointed!
Just a reminder that I have two giveaways going on right now: