My Baby!
My poor little guy - what a traumatic day for him!
Today, rather than wrestling him ourselves in the tub and dealing with all the hair we get out of him, we decided to take him to get groomed at PetSmart. The main reason was to get his nails clipped. We're so nervous about cutting his quick since his claws are black.
We got an appointment for him at 5:00 and actually arrived early. After noticing that they had him entered in with DANNY Hensley's contact information (does he look like a chow?), we left him for the 2 hours that we were told it would take.
Actually it was 2.5 hours after we stopped at my mother-in-law's to drop off her birthday gift. We were feeling guilty, as any parent who goes out and enjoys themself while their child is being tortured would. I went in and asked for him. The woman at the counter went back and HORROR! no one had seen to him yet. They pulled him from his cage, shaking, his little ears laying back. She didn't know whether or not he at least got bathed and almost thought he was until she noticed the dirt on his belly. They asked if we wanted to leave him half an hour longer. Since we were already there and he had already been put through a lot, we agreed.
They did do a wonderful job on him and gave us a premium package for 1/3 the cost of the regular package, but MY POOR ANGEL. Left alone, scared and unbathed for so long without anyone noticing that he wasn't attended to! It's not like it is a big pet saloon! He was mighty pissed off at us and refused to look at Shannon until almost an hour later. We, feeling TERRIBLY guilty, although it wasn't our fault, bought him many treats.
Excuse me, I must go beg for his forgiveness again.