2005-01-04
Brought a long-haired, brown-eyed, chesnut colored dog to work today. She slept on my lap, picked at her food, and barked a bit so I took her for a walk. In the parking lot, we rambled toward the exit and suddenly, she was down on the ground like she'd been stung. I squat down to survey her and she is covered in brambles! prickers! briars! burrs!
Right before this, I was looking at her against the forest-y floor and thinking: this isn't a dog made for woodland rambles.
So inside she came, Steve and I tried to clean her up by pulling out burrs and placing them in an expired christmas gift bag. This went on for a good hour, we got some co-worker opinions, and finally I forked over 71 cashies for her grooming at petco. She came out looking far less clean, but had a pink bandana on, and she licked my face and knocked over all the paperwork on the groomer's counter when she saw me, so I guess she was not too traumatized.