Thursday's Travails

Yesterday I accidentally kicked one of Riley's rawhide chew sticks under the couch. This morning she discovered that it was missing, that it's under the couch and that she can't reach it with her stumpy paws. So she decided to just sit by the couch with a sad face on in the hopes that I would retrieve it for her.

I didn't. At least not yet, but I have it on my to-do list and hope to get to it in the next few days. I have to go upstairs to get the flashlight first, and then figure out if we have a yard stick lying around the place. Or I guess here it would be a metre stick. Do you remember yard sticks? Hardware stores used to always give them out for free and their only real use was to fish something out from behind the couch. Good times.

This afternoon was spent finishing her furcut. I scheduled her in for a 3pm appointment but I was running late (read: lazy) and didn't get to her until after four. Overall it went well and she was relatively patient while I chopped away at her legs and stomach. It meant a lot of bending and crouching and reaching and lifting and poking and angling to get all the fur. But now that she's all nice and neat she can forget about having to go back to the groomers (i.e. upstairs to the bathroom) for about four months. My only problem is that over the course of two days I inhaled a LOT of fur and now will be coughing up furballs for the next two weeks. Yum!