She liked me!

Well, I'm back from the groomer, and of course, the first thing Teka has to do when I walk through the door is give me a good sniff. Muzzer took more pictures of our joyful reunion, but this is the least embarrassing one! Anyway, as some of you know, getting groomed is hard work. So I stopped at my water

dish and got a nice long drink. Then I wandered nonchalantly over to the cabinet where muzzer keeps the treats and stuff, and scored a soft chewy treat for being a good boy.

Here is a pretty good shot of me looking directly at the camera. As you can see, no bows.
And I didn't get scalped at all, hardly. So I'm not in danger of terminal sunburn from the Azrizona sun. Of course, I will still be careful and wear my sunblock stuff, 'cause us mostly white doggies are sort of sensitive fellows, you know. And here I am, pretty much full profile. I'm not scruffy any more, but now muzzer says I am still too chubby. Sheesh. It is all a matter of nonclemanture. I am a substantial wire fox terrier, with a sturdy, muscular body. Now doesn't that sound better than Chubby Gussie?

Oh well, muzzer is my biggest fan and my greatest critic. The good news is that the new groomer loved me! She told muzzer I was a very good boy, that I have a lovely healthy coat, and I even let her clip between my pads without getting mouthy. I really wanted to chomp her fingers off at the wrist, but I contained myself.

And now, I am home. I must relax today and get ready to greet Dad when he gets back from Indiana. I will tell him that hair cuts aren't so bad, and that having your nails done is truly a guy sort of thing. And then we can cuddle up and watch the ball game on TV.

Love and kissies from a greatly relieved

Gussie

Scruffy Gussie pt. 1

Muzzer says I am Scruffy!

She has been calling me "Scruffy Gussie" for several weeks now.

I don't think I look so scruffy.

But it is a bit warm in Azrizona now. And my dog suit makes it warmer.

So...a couple of weeks ago, she called my favorite groomer in Azrizona. (I also have a favorite groomer in VA., ya know.)

But when she called, they said my groomer had retired. Let me tell you, muzzer thought that was pretty funny. My groomer did not look OLD. She looked pretty young to muzzer. So muzzer started telling my friends at work that wire foxes wore out groomers very fast. "Yup," she would say. "One year of grooming Gussie and they either retire or move away!"


Well...I didn't think it was very funny. And I told muzzer so.

But she is getting even. I have an appointment tomorrow to get groomed.

It is not a new place. But it is a new (well, slightly used, but new to me!) GROOMER!

And I find it a bit unsettling. You never know about this type of thing. I really liked my old groomer! I am sure I didn't do anything to make her retire, but what if muzzer is right?

Do wirey fox fellows really take a heavy toll on groomers? I know I try to be good and cooperate. Only problem might be my feets. I am a pretty sensitive kind of fellow when it comes to feet, and sometimes I object if the groomer handles them too much. But never more than a growl. Really. Truly.

So I have left instructions with Teka about what to do if tomorrow is a real disaster and I get scalped again.

First: Do not take any pictures until I start to grow hair again. I would not want Miss Snickers or any of my other friends to see me looking nekkid.

Second: My password is written on a piece of yellow paper and hidden under the lysoloma in the back yard. Teka can take it to Dad, and they will continue my blog until I am lookin' good again.

Finally: She has agreed not to attack any strange dogs that come home with muzzer unless she sniffs them. First!

I think she will honor her promise. But why does this have to happen when Dad is away and I have no male support? Did muzzer plan this so I would be defenseless?

Oh Doggy. What if this groomer puts on a bow! I probably won't sleep tonight. I may not even eat my dinner.

No, I think I will eat my dinner, but I know I won't sleep!

Everydog be thinking good thoughts please!

Gussie