Yesterday was haircut day at the Lewis household. No, my wife didn’t blow another $200 on her hair and I didn’t blow $25 on mine. Our four-legged buddy had to go in this time.
Every day when I get home from work I go straight into the bedroom, get out of my jeans, and slip into a pair of sweats to lounge around in. Whenever I don’t do that, Max knows something is up. He must know I’m going somewhere and there’s a pretty good chance he’s going along for the ride. That was the case yesterday.
After I got home I did a couple of things and then sat on the couch for about 15 minutes. Max’s appointment was for 11, so I flipped on the TV and watched a sports channel for a rundown on the previous nights games to kill some time. While I did that Max jumped and barked at the front door. I have his leash hanging in the front closet and if he knows we’re going somewhere, he’ll head to the closet and constantly nudge his chain with his nose. Yesterday he thought we were going to the park. Sorry buddy, not this time.
I take the same route on Lewvan to get him to his haircut as I do to take him to the dog park. He actually knows the exact corner we turn at to make our way to the park and he hates it when we go right by it. He’ll actually start to whine and take a look to his right. He knows where he wants to go, but he knew we weren’t going there yesterday. He knows if it’s not the park, it’s either a trip to the vet or time to get his curls chopped off. Hey buddy, good news, bad news. No park today, but at least it’s not the vet!
He was such a good boy yesterday that he deserves a trip to the park after I get off work this morning. We’ll hit the Lewvan again later this morning and I know he’ll be thinking “you’d better make that right turn to the park today pal or you’re in big trouble!”