Let’s get something very clear from the beginning. We are not dog people. We are cat people. We’ve had cats on and off in our house throughout the 29 years that we’ve been married, so it’s safe to say that cat’s are by far our pet of choice.
But now….
Now that Reno is alone, both Daryl and I have been feeling sorry for her. So today she had a Spa Day. Or if you are a dog owner, it’s when you bring your dog to get groomed. Since this is obviously the first time that we’ve done this, I have no idea why dog lovers just don’t say that they are taking their dog to the spa. What I found out was that they wash and dry their hair, they get a haircut, they clip and buff their nails, and to finish it off – they dress them up pretty for when you pick them up. Yup, I’m calling it like I see it – it’s a dog spa! OK, so since Reno has never been in the pickup before, much less to the spa, I had no idea if it was going to be a good thing or a bad thing for the appointment.
We’ve always just had the vet come to our farm when the dogs needed shots and the last time I actually brought a dog to the vet’s office was our female, Mistie, many years ago. And let me just say it was very unpleasant. Why? Well, she was so scared that she wouldn’t walk into the building by herself. OK, no big deal. So William was with me, and he grabbed the dog around her waist and was kind of walking her in. All of a sudden I could hear him grumbling and yelling only to find out that this dog had multiple bowl movements all over him and the sidewalk. Gross! Talk about being scared @##$# ! When we left we literally had to scoop it off the sidewalk. Just not cool.
So my plan was to bring Reno in today on my lunch hour, and I was sure hoping that we wouldn’t have the same situation. She was also scared and I reached down to carry her in. I was careful how I carried her , just in case she was going to have an accident. Well she didn’t, and soon she was off with the groomer. When I came back to pick her up, she kind of took a liking to the girls at the vet’s office and she wouldn’t look or come to me.
Reno and her new friend
But after the girl in the office carried her out (she didn’t want me to) soon she was in the truck and we headed back to the farm. I left her in the house for awhile because she did look so cute but then back to the barn for the night she went. What a big day for her. First time in a truck, the vets office, and then having a spa treatment. Good thing she’s not getting spoiled!
She's working on us from being cat people to dog people!
Taking a nap after a big day at the spa