Hi everyone, I had a pretty busy Saturday. First up was an early morning drive out to the groomers. Here's me after they finished grooming me up. I certainly am glad that's over with. Don't I look fluffier? Let's go home.
After a snooze, it was off for my afternoon walk. I wanted to stop in at my favorite treat emporium. What it's closed on a Saturday afternoon???
Are you hiding in there?
I can smell you....
Hey Sam, there's a note on the door.
It's almost 3:20 PM now. Let's wait a few minutes. And as soon as the door opened, my mom spotted blood on the linoleum floor and then my dad saw it too and they both "freaked out" a bit. Once they figured out that the blood was coming from my nail because the groomers had mistakenly cut too close to the quick and in fairness, my nails are black, my mom and dad relaxed a bit and put me in my wagon for the ride home.
I don't have any photos with me getting groomed. Anyways, thanks dad for following me around with the wagon. Oh yes, my mast cell tumor has decided to slow down. My mom says that a patch of skin has covered the wound. My vet says that it looks good. But my mom thinks that we should still change the dressing every night to ensure that it stays clean. My mom says that I'd probably lick it raw and we don''t want that.
