The furkids went for grooming appointments yesterday. The wiener dogs don’t need haircuts, but I prefer for someone else to trim their toenails and getting a bath is a plus.
I have had the same groomer for 16 years, and she is a dear friend. In fact, she was the breeder of my angel girl schnauzer, Belle.
Schnauzers should be groomed every six to eight weeks. Hope each time gets better. Initially Hope tried to jump out of my friend’s arms while she was bathing her, and forget about using the dryer last year. Now, Hope is calm but wary.
On the way home, with furkids snuggled in a quilt in the backseat, I smelled it. And you know what “it” is.
As I searched for a place to pull off, the smell got worse. After parking in McDonald’s, I got out and looked into the backseat. Hope was in the floor, and poop was all over her backside and ground into the floor mat. Jake and Windy were nonchalantly sitting on the seat staring at me.
In addition to Hope’s hindquarters, here is what poop got on: the leashes, her coat, my coat and sweatshirt sleeve, the quilt, the molding next to floor behind driver’s side, many places on the back seat, the ice scraper, an umbrella and grocery bags kept for poop pick up.
ARRRUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!! Hope never has done this. With my poop-pick-up bags covered in poop and nothing to wash with, all I could do was get back into the car and head home—with all the windows cracked in 17-degree weather.
I led a confused Hope on her leash through the house to the bathroom where she got her second bath of the day. I cleaned the car and washed all of the aforementioned articles.
Needless to say, she was exhausted for the rest of the day and didn’t nag me for a walk.