I haven’t talked about the dogs at all lately. They are getting old. It’s really hard. Picasso has a birthday on Friday. He will be 13 years old.
Yesterday I decided to give him a grooming and b-a-t-h. He is always cold so the first step on grooming day is to turn the heat up. He’s the only one I turn the heat up for.
After a quick and blood-free trimming with both scissors and the clippers, I popped him in the kitchen sink. Yes, he acts like we are the meanest people in the world when we add water.
After a quick wash with baby shampoo I wrapped him in a fluffy warm towel. Believe it or not he’s not as evil as he looks. He was quite relaxed and very happy to get away from the water. I carried him around and kept him warm while his fur dried. He was waiting for the final step though. He loves the final step more than anything else.