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Groomer = 0 Casey = 1

There is a long history to Casey being groomed.  When we first got him as a puppy, he had long hair which 10-year-old Christina promised to faithfully brush every single day if only we would let her keep him.

Fast forward two years. Of course the now 12-year-old Christina had absolutely no idea how much work it would take to keep Casey’s fur nice. Which meant she didn’t brush him everyday.  Which meant he would get tangles and mats in his fur. When it got really bad, we would make an appointment with Tracy to get him groomed. It only took Tracy two times grooming Casey before she suggested to Christina that she try a new haircut for Casey. It was called “a puppy cut with a teddy bear face.”  I think the only thing Christina really heard at the time was “you won’t have to worry about brushing him.” It was a great idea and the perfect haircut. Even now at the old age of 13 Casey still looks like a little puppy with this cute haircut. Of course this doesn’t mean that Casey enjoys being groomed; he absolutely hates it.

Because we moved around a lot, there were a few different groomers.  The first time Stella groomed Casey she asked if we could possibly get some doggie valium for the next visit.   Groomer Trish said she worked it out where Casey would get “a little bit of grooming over a 4-hour period of time” so both of them could get through the ordeal. I loved Denise the best.  The first time she groomed Casey she handed him back to Christina and said, “He’s a brat.”  It was nice to find someone so  honest.

Another issue I know I have mentioned before is called poopie butt. When Casey gets poopie butt, he immediately needs a bath and also an appointment to be groomed.  Whoever is at home when it happens has to give him a bath. And trust me, no one wants to do that. And you can immediately tell when Casey has poopie butt because he has “that look.”  You know, the one when you are potty training a toddler and they go in their big boy pants but don’t want to admit it.

New home – new groomer.  Christina made an appointment weeks in advance (no one grooms on a weekend here, can you believe that?) and took him to the new groomer on Friday.  And then picked him up. Without being groomed.

“We couldn’t groom Casey because he was uncooperative.”

“So what? He is 7 pounds.”

“It seemed like we were really upsetting him.”

“So what? He needs to be groomed. And he is only 7 pounds.”

“We’re sure you didn’t want us to force the issue.”

“Umm, yes I did. There is this thing called poopie butt.  Did I mention he is only 7 pounds?”

So the end result is Casey did not get groomed but he did get a nice and quick butt trim. What we are more worried about is that he now thinks he can get out of being groomed. Hopefully there is a groomer somewhere in this city who won’t let a 7 pound Yorkie make that decision.

Our Dog Eats Cat Food

We recently took all three pets to the vet for their annual visit.  Yorkie-dog Casey was the worst, as usual.  He actually made the vet inject himself in the hand with his rabies vaccination.  The vet was nice about it but I still blame Christina who raised him.  Previous groomers have called Casey “Wiggle Worm Squirmy” and “Full of Energy.”  When our current groomer gave Casey his first haircut and bath, she told Christina “Your dog is a Brat.” I love honest people.  (I think the only difference between the groomer and the vet is that we have to pay the vet a lot more so he feels like he has to be more politically pet correct).

And then there is the whole food issue. 

Our Golden Retriever, Abbey cannot eat canned dog food.  No, I take that back. She can eat canned dog food but you are also guaranteed she will have doggie diarrhea afterwards.  So the only dog food she gets is dry dog food.  But Abbey knows anything is better than her dry dog food.  So she will eat the leftover canned cat food, Casey’s canned dog food, Boca’s dry cat food and any food left in the trash or counter (called counter-surfing in dog lingo). The only thing Abbey will not eat is Boca’s dead vermin that he brings into the house and leaves in the downstairs bathroom.

And when Abbey eats canned cat food, she farts.  And they are stealthy and stinky. I can’t tell you how many arguments my husband and I had about who is farting in the bedroom at night until we finally realized it was the dog. 

Now, Casey likes canned dog food or dry cat food or steak.  But only the good steak; don’t try to give him the fat or gristle because he won’t eat it.  He has been eating dry cat food for the past nine years.  Our vet said it is okay for a dog to eat cat food, but it isn’t okay for the cat to eat dog food.  Which is fine because our cat, Boca, will only eat cat food (well, except for the vermin that he catches and selectively eats).   And Boca loves canned cat food early in the morning but only the gravy part of the food; he leaves the rest in his bowl. And if there isn’t dry cat food throughout the day you can count on being bitten in the ankles until his bowl is filled.      

The other day Boca got into the food pantry and used Abbey’s bag of dry dog food as a scratching post to sharpen up his claws.  All that was left was a shredded mess.

In order to save the remaining dog food, I took out a big plastic container that we had previously used to store cereal and put  the salvageable dog food in it.  And put it back in the pantry.

At first Abbey was excited because she thought she was getting fed dry cat food (also kept in a plastic container) but was disappointed to discover that it was her regular old boring dry dog food.  Once my husband discovered I had put dog food in the cereal container, he said he will never use it again. 

I’m thinking  I can use that to my advantage for future reference.