Foxtails, Furminators, Doom and Groom

Since I last blogged, I have been in way too many stickers. As it turns out, the California state burr is a foxtail, a devious little sticker that burroughs into my skin and can become infected. Dad checks all the time and still I get some. Aunt Mary said that one summer when she was just learning to use Quicken, she discovered she had spent $575 on removing foxtails from the dog.

When I got to Larry and Lori's house, mom let me run free. Five minutes later I was yelping in pain as I tried to lick stickers from my fur. Mom got scissors and gave me a haircut. All this was setting me up for the inevitable. Dad began saying the groomer word, over and over, and Aunt Mary found me one called Ruff House. It was one ruff day. I was an all day dog and the lady had to call an assistant.

Next I met Tom and Misty in their pet store. I walked around eating treats off the shelves and Tom said no problem. Misty looked at me and declared I needed a furminator. So far I don't mind the furminator. It does not pull like a brush.

I am coming to the conclusion that I am just not a country dog.