Wednesday Woes

Poor Riley. Today started with a walk in the rain. Towards the end she looked at me like I was a crazy lady taking her out in the rain. It was almost as though she blamed me for going out at the heaviest point, as though I could predict that. I mean if the UK weather people can't predict the weather accurately, how can I? Well, actually, I or someone else with absolutely no meteorological experience could probably do a better job but I won't go there. When we got home she looked like this:

 And she gave me this:

Her back. That's serious. It means she is really upset, she can't face me/us at the moment, and she needs some time to herself to reflect on her emotions and calm down. 

Her day got even better when I gave her a furcut. I know that the first thing Dave will say when he walks in the door (after a dinner that I wasn't invited to...) is "what happened to her?" Well you know what? I happened. I got the scissors, and I started cutting and THAT happened. Yes, she now has a flat head. Yes, her legs are still bushy. Yes, her ears stick out. Yes to all of it. Even though my first attempt at dog grooming was absolutely stellar, my skills have gone precariously downhill since then. And to top it all off, I told Riley to come back tomorrow so I could finish it then. If a hairdresser told a client to come back the next day because the scissors were giving them a blister, and their fingers were tired and the motivation to finish just wasn't there, the client would walk out the door never to return, albeit with a really ugly haircut. But poor Riley has no choice. So tomorrow I will finish her legs and make adjustments that Dave deems necessary, which I am sure will be a lot. Her Thursday isn't shaping up to be much better than her Wednesday.