When Darcy met Walter

Posted by trish on Jan 6, 2012 in Blog | 2 comments

This morning we took the puppies to Deb’s house.  Deb is their Stylist.  She’s a dog groomer, but to the puppies she is That Woman With The Scary Buzzy-thing That Makes Us Look So Different That We Spend Five Minutes Barking Insults At Each Other.  As in “Dude, Where Are Your Eyebrows?”

When we arrived there was another family dropping off their cavoodle.  His name was Walter, and he was an only child.  He was being dropped off by the mother and three daughters, all of whom looked completely unsure about what they were doing which, to be fair, is exactly how we felt the first time we dropped the puppies off.

Walter is a shade lighter than our puppies, and quite a bit fluffier on account of not ever having been groomed before but also significantly smaller than our two pups.   The kids hovered around, not sure whether to hand over the bag of treats they’d brought along or if they ought to have brought Walter’s favourite blankie.  When Deb told them that they could come and pick him up seven hours later they all looked completely shocked.  As in, “Dude, He Doesn’t Have That Much Hair.”

Deb bundled him inside and left us all standing around outside, with Walter’s owners looking quite concerned and a little bit bereft.  I gave them the benefit of my vast experience.

“Don’t worry, Deb is wonderful, he’ll be fine, we’ve done this before, he’ll have a lovely time with the other dogs, don’t worry, he’ll be fine…” and so on.  Deb came back out for our puppies and gave the mother and the three girls a reassuring look.

And then I turned to Deb and warned her that the puppies were getting desexed next week, but in the meantime Darcy’s hormones had kicked in and she had developed a tendency to greet other dogs with more than her usual friendliness.  Deb laughed out loud and said something about keeping an eye on her for us.

I’m pretty sure Walter’s owners are going to spend their entire day worrying not about the grooming, but about how mentally scarred poor Walter will be from spending his entire day refusing the most ardent affections of our horny little fluffball.