Today is haircut day for Max. He was feeling all of that heat last week and after today he’ll be good to go for another couple of months.
I always feel a little bad taking him for a haircut. According to Ivey at Pawsitively Purrfect Pets, Max is very cooperative while he gets his wash and cut. It’s the drive over that leaves me feeling a little guilty.
It’s the same thing every time. Before we leave the house I’ll go to the front closet and grab his leash, at which point he goes absolutely bonkers. It’s all I can do to have him sit still long enough to get the collar around his neck. There’s never any doubt in his mind that we’re heading off to the park. Oh, how wrong you are Max, how wrong you are.
He knows the route to the park like he knows the back of his own paw. We take the same route to the park as we do to get his haircut, so for the first five minutes he thinks he’s going for a run. He knows we always take a right at 13th Avenue to go to the dog park, so when I go past that turn, he starts going crazy. He knows that’s our turn! As we proceed, he can look out of the vehicle to the dog park on his right and watch his fun day slip by. Now he knows. For the rest of the drive up Lewvan to Gordon road he won’t stop whining. I feel like the worst pet owner in the province.
The drive home isn’t quite as bad. He’s a little hyper, but his mind is apparently off the dog park. Now he just wants to get home and head to the back yard to do his business.
Don’t worry Max, we’ll make it to the park once things dry up a little. In the meantime, enjoy your cooler haircut.