What Happens When Daddy Is In Charge

When it comes to Shay’s grooming I am usually the one in charge. Not of the grooming itself. The pandemic grooming already proved that is not easy.

I am in charge of finding a groomer, arranging the appointments, taking Shay, instructing on how we want her to look, picking up and paying. This week Russ volunteered to take Shay and pick her up from the groomer. Since I had class I was thrilled he could do this.

Shay has been going to see Rae at Bull City Groomers since December. The first time I brought her she was long over due for a cut and so she had to get trimmed way down. Last time her cut was not as short.

I did not discuss exactly what I wanted this time either with Rae or Russ. So when Russ dropped her off he had no idea how to the answer the question, “how do you want her?”

“Regular?”

So Shay came home very clean and very short. It’s probably a good cut for warm weather, but she looks very French. Russ loves all things French. He would love it if we just up and moved to Paris, even though he does not speak a word of French. He does like bread and cheese and small French dogs. Too bad ours is Australian.