I went to the groomer for the first time today. Bianca thought I might not cope very well because I’m 7 but I just stood there, looking resigned to it. I’ve had my nails cut and my coat is about an inch long all over with my head and tail left scruffy. I should be a lot cooler now. And my feet look just like a show dogs.
A few weeks ago Dad retired after 15 years of being a front-line ambulance officer and now he spends his days at home with me. I love it…
In the morning he puts the car out for Mum and I snuggle into him as she leaves. I have this look on my face that says “It’s just Dad and me” – bye! Then Dad and I go inside while he has a coffee and he tells me what we’re doing for the day. I sit at his feet and listen carefully so I know what’s up.
If Mum comes home at lunchtime I am happy to see her but stick pretty close to Dad. When Mum gets home from work I’m very happy, because she’s not going out again.
I am very much Dad’s girls now. I love my Mum, but Dad and I, we’re a tight team.