**Editor’s Note: This is a re-post of a story from early last summer. Phoenix’s groomer appointment tomorrow had me think to put this up for a read for many of you that have likely never seen it. It’s one of my favorite posts. Enjoy! **
Nine years ago I made the decision to have my Golden Retriever, Phoenix, shaved for the summer. He looked miserably hot and sure enough after I shaved him his energy level went right back up like it was during the winter months. It has become a rite of passage each year. That doesn’t mean going to the groomer has been pleasant.
I’m a complete head over heels dog lover and I did a lot of research on this back then prior to doing it the first time. I only wanted the best for him and would, have, and will always do what is ever in his best interest and health. Am I promoting and suggesting that you get your dog shaved for the summer? Not even remotely. Every dog is special and unique and so is their body’s reaction to being shaved. Our experience has worked out wonderfully yet is not for every dog.
I do ask that if your dog has developed an undercoat (that is often matted) to have a professional dog groomer bathe him/her and get all of that out. Your dog will thank you afterwards.
Dogs and wolves in the wild lived for thousands upon thousands of years just fine without being shaved. Oh gosh, let’s go shave all the wolves. I am kidding! Lifetime wolf advocate and lover here. My house has been decorated in a wolf motif for over 20 years. But, then man came along and put a domesticated animal in an air-conditioned home. Ok, this man did. Anyhoo, it all worked out for Phoenix and my two little dogs before him. I’ve been doing this some 25 years. Once again, I am not promoting this for your dog. I’m just sharing our story.
I have taken my dogs to Jason who has been working for Kristi’s Dog Grooming and his uncle before him for all of these years. Our vet, King’s Row Animal Hospital, has always been next door with Dr Ditsworth. Best. Vet. Ever.
Phoenix is like Radar from the hit tv show M.A.S.H. He can often feel, know things and events before they happen. Or just that he’s far smarter than his dumb ass daddy. He loves planes and especially helicopters. The path of our local Care Flight medical helicopter comes right over our house. He will go bolting outside to wait for it long before I even hear it. Side note, many years ago, Phoenix and I got to meet one of the pilots at the park and play with his….wait for it. Yep. His Golden Retriever. Btw, I love helicopters too. During the daylight hours he would give us a swagger with his ride above to say hi as he zoomed overhead. We always waved. True story.
Anyhoo, Phoenix is the kindest, softest soul I’ve ever met. Oh, he’s got plenty of mischief in him even now at 10 years old. But, being a smart Golden Retriever he knows when something is up. I can put on my best game face. I never tell Phoenix a fib. Except for grooming day. Ironically, he just stands there for Jason patiently. Amazing. Yes, I’ve watched from afar previously.
We headed out for that drive to that place and I told him we were going for a drive for an appointment for him. I did not tell him we were going to play just so you know. I swear. He hates the groomer. Sorry, he doesn’t hate Jason. He hates the experience. He loves going to the vet most likely because the cute, nice girls let him roam around the back with them. But for our drive, he was immediately suspect regardless.
Side note, for anyone new to my blog. Using the word “hate” with Phoenix is a comical term only. Because those that have been around us for all these years know that I absolutely treasure him and he’s the light of my life. He’s all I have.
I’ll let my Golden Retriever, Phoenix, take it from here (with a few verbal assists from me) as we were going to the groomer and the rest of the story of the day…
And we pause for intermission. Please run to the restroom. Grab another cup of coffee or more popcorn. To be continued shortly…
I’m back. You still there? So, I dropped him off. Gawd, I hate it. I went home and waited for the phone to ring from Jason saying he was ready to be picked up. Which was before he went in the door. But, I mean, after he was washed and shaved. I waited at the house, had a visitor in the backyard, and then picked him up. Ok, back to the story…
And then it was pick-up time. Sorry, I couldn’t get a pic of it. But, he sits there quietly until I walk in and then he goes absolutely ape-shit to get him out of there.
If you’re asking how did I get those pictures in the Jeep. I held my Canon point and shoot with my right hand and snapped them “blindly” praying I captured a few good ones. Pure dumb luck…