This morning we did the thing I hate the most — my family took me and Mazi in the car to Mona’s, the Pet Groomer.
First of all, I don’t like to leave my house.
Second, I don’t like car rides.
Third, in the car Mazi and I share a very small space while Dad drives and Mom tries to keep us calm.
Mom sat in the back seat with Mazi and Dad held me while he drove (because I am so little). Mazi was very whiney. I knew there was something wrong with her, but they just weren’t understanding what she needed. They thought she was just nervous about the car ride. Mom kept saying “oh Mazi, you have the stinkiest farts!”, and Dad kept driving.
Finally, I wiggled out of Dad’s arms and got in the back seat and into Mom’s arms too, and smelled Mazi’s behind. I hoped they would understand….. Mazi needed to go outside and poop. But before we knew it, there she went! Right on the back seat! Oh, was it SMELLY!! Dad got the car to the side of the highway as quickly as he could, stopped the car and let Mazi out. Mom found a plastic grocery bag in the back seat and cleaned up the worst of Mazi’s mess, and then put napkins over the rest of it untill it dries. It’s too bad — Dad’s car is very nice, and has not had any big spills or stains before now.
After that, Mazi calmed down, and so did I. That is, until we got to Mona’s. We walked in the door of her store and there was a big scary dog there. And then, the dog was gone behind the counter. Very strange. The next thing I know, Dad is giving me to Mona, and I am behind the counter. It’s a scary place! There are other animals back there, and lots of messy fur lying around, and equipment that looks like it’s going to hurt me. Mona is pretty nice, but I prefer my family, and her store is a creepy place.
Thank goodness Mona clipped my toenails, gave me a quick bath & wrapped me in a towel and handed me right back to my Mom. I got to come home with my parents. Poor Mazi had to stay there. I hope she will come home again. If she doesn’t, I will really miss her. Even if she does make a smelly mess once in awhile.
Things were different in my house today. Dad left the house early, and he was gone all day. He is usually home with me and Mazi. Mom was home most of the day, but she was busy. I wanted some attention from her, but she either had her computer on her lap or she was moving around the house doing stuff. So I stayed curled up in my blankets most of the day.
There were a lot of noises outside though! Mazi and I hate that! We both try to ask what’s going on, but we just get yelled at – I guess humans don’t like barking very much. But it’s the only way we have to communicate! “Be quiet,” or “it’s ok, lay down,” the folks say. The problem is, we have very sharp hearing, and we know there are things happening outside the house that might hurt our family and us. We are trying to protect our home. WHY DOESN”T ANYONE LISTEN TO US???
Anyway, I’m exhausted tonight. I usually am after a day of noisy activity in the neighborhood. I mean really, can’t the neighbors keep the noise down? It’s bad enough that the mailman comes to the house everyday – but this extra stuff is too much for me.
The picture I’m posting is of me finally getting some lap time with my Mom. It makes me feel so much better to sit on her lap and just know that she is here to comfort and love me. I know I have a big personality, but I’m still only 5 pounds. And although I’m a pretty mature dog, I still need my mom to let me know that everything is going to be alright.