Greetings Faithful Readers:
Kramer here. I can’t believe how fast time goes by. Today, it will be two and a half months since I adopted Bob. This is the longest I have stayed anywhere for a while, so that’s a good thing. I did have one scare though.
Has anything exciting happened? Well, let me tell you. Bob took me to see a lady he called a groomer. I’d never seen one of those before, so I thought it was no big deal, until he handed me to her. A lot of things raced through my mind. I recognize a kennel when I see one. Was he taking me back? Was he, like the others, going to leave and not come back? Had I been too hard on him. Suddenly, I was scared. I realized I didn’t want him to go.
But, he did leave and the lady, her name was Trish, took me inside where she proceeded to give me a bath and a haircut, neither of which I had ever had before. One of the people I had adopted previously had tried to brush me once, but I put an end to that. Now Trish was attempting to assault me with clippers that buzzed and a blow dryer that hummed and blew warm air at me. I did the best I could to defend myself. I wouldn’t stand up. Instead I would collapse on the table, roll over, kick my feet, stretch, curl up, and scream like she was killing me, all to no avail. If nothing else, Trish was tenacious, but gentle. If I started to get too wound up, she would stop, pat me, rub my tummy, and talk to me. I think I could like her if she would get rid of her weapons.
So, what do you think? New and improved? She didn’t manage to cut off too much, but said as time goes on, she’ll try to shape it up more. I’ll have to say, when she was through, I liked the result, although I could have lived without it. I was handsome before. I didn’t really need this, but as I have gotten used to it, it’s kind of growing on me. Get it? Growing on me? Never mind. If I have to explain it to you!! Plus, there is a beagle that walks by the house a lot and I noticed her giving me the once over. Trish told Bob to bring me back when he has Scooter or Sophie groomed so I can get used to the place, like that’s going to happen.
Oh, and about the brushing thing? Since then, Bob decided to try brushing me. I of course abstained. After a few strokes, I did my drop, kick, and roll routine. Then Bob did a curious thing. He didn’t try to force me to like it. Instead, he started brushing Scooter, WITH MY BRUSH! And Scooter liked it. I had to come back and check Scooter for signs of sanity. I also let Bob give me a few more strokes. I may not like it particularly, but it didn’t hurt and if it was good enough for Scooter, what can I say. Can’t let him get all the attention. Over time, I may cut him some slack.
Well, I guess that’s it for now. I’ve got some toys I need to spread around the living room and then it will be nap time and I see a spot of sun on the carpet with my name on it. So to all my fans out there, and to all my friends still waiting for homes, til next time,
Kramer, signing off