P3LH
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In his eleventh year, grooming of my eldest rough collie has become tricky. It’s very simple to take care of ‘what you can see’, but his underbelly, armpits, gentleman bits and back end take a bit more work that a) he doesn’t really enjoy being handled to do b) takes a long time and as a result c) he just doesn’t want to stand for that long anymore.
As a result I do the unthinkable, now quite regularly - initially as a one off when he got a bit matted a while ago, and clip him from his back side down to his chest. Easier for him, he lies down and goes to sleep. I still feel I have committed a crime considering I own a coated breed - but it’s what makes him happier, and that’s all that counts. He still looks his glorious self as everything else is life natural.
Today he had his gentleman’s tidy up, as I call it - I am still struggling with poor health so it was done by a begrudging assistant.
Everything was bagged up to be put out for the birds - but the phone rang just at that point, so the bag was left by the back door.
The scene that ensued looked like a small, fluffy dog, had had tnt inside it and exploded into a thousand pieces all over the garden. Or that it had been snowing. There was only one culprit. Who got a firm telling off as she cantered around the garden with a tumbleweed sized chunk of hair that looked as if she was attempting to wear a very Bojo’esque wig. As I shouted how much of a swine she was, she sauntered in and assumed her usual position on the footstool.
This is the face of a seriously told off dog. My methods are very good and have maximum impact as you can see. Both rough collies won’t have anything to do with such a hooligan today, they can’t fraternise with such a common lout.
She is nearly 2 and shows no sign of having a life affirming experience and changing her ways anytime soon - she really would be a ladette if she were human.
As a result I do the unthinkable, now quite regularly - initially as a one off when he got a bit matted a while ago, and clip him from his back side down to his chest. Easier for him, he lies down and goes to sleep. I still feel I have committed a crime considering I own a coated breed - but it’s what makes him happier, and that’s all that counts. He still looks his glorious self as everything else is life natural.
Today he had his gentleman’s tidy up, as I call it - I am still struggling with poor health so it was done by a begrudging assistant.
Everything was bagged up to be put out for the birds - but the phone rang just at that point, so the bag was left by the back door.
The scene that ensued looked like a small, fluffy dog, had had tnt inside it and exploded into a thousand pieces all over the garden. Or that it had been snowing. There was only one culprit. Who got a firm telling off as she cantered around the garden with a tumbleweed sized chunk of hair that looked as if she was attempting to wear a very Bojo’esque wig. As I shouted how much of a swine she was, she sauntered in and assumed her usual position on the footstool.
This is the face of a seriously told off dog. My methods are very good and have maximum impact as you can see. Both rough collies won’t have anything to do with such a hooligan today, they can’t fraternise with such a common lout.
She is nearly 2 and shows no sign of having a life affirming experience and changing her ways anytime soon - she really would be a ladette if she were human.
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