Sunday, June 12, 2011
Today's entry is easy... today I recognize the happiness I get from my dog. Not both dogs. Not the one who breaches the electric fence and barks at birds and harasses the mailman and eats donuts off the table. Just the other one.
Normally he is a hairy beast. Tufts of hair fly off his back as he walks by. Petting him results in a literal hand-full of hair. I use the Swiffer twice a day in an attempt to avoid being buried by it. I vacuum him regularly with the shop vac. Today, in an act of desperation, I took him to Petsmart to be shaved.
"Do you want us to blend in the tail fringe?" asked the groomer, as if this were a matter of beauty rather than a sanitation issue.
"Uh... no. Just shave it all off." I replied.
Don't tell Tuck, but he looks ridiculous. He looks naked, pale, and chubby. His tail looks positively rodent-ile. But I can't keep my hands off of him! He feels like a sleek palomino gelding instead of a 60s shag carpet. I cuddled him today like never before. I snuggled him until he tired of the attention. I can actually pet my pet. It's a miracle.