Lexi, our silvery Groodle has just had her summer shave for practicality and coolness. This was her second clip with Rochelle Prime, Dog Groomer to the Stars, so her transformation was not quite as dramatic as her first haircut in October. Lexi's previous outing to Spot-On canine beauty salon completely altered her appearance from hirsute Woolly Mammoth to slightly startled and skinny miniature Wolfhound.
Last Friday, only thirty-six hours after we'd arrived home from hospital, Lexi, Stella and I set off for Rochelle's place. I was also taking Stella to get her nails cut and have a "dry" shampoo as our Staffy-Kelpie girl dislikes baths intensely. Curiously, along with her sister, Stella adores romping through both fresh water river pools and saltwater sea edges with gay abandon. Just don't show her a bath!
Lexi still is somewhat of a wriggler, particularly when she is having her feet trimmed. However, her pads seem to store an extraordinary amount of rubbish, such as burrs, seeds, dirt and general detritus. Rochelle took quite some time to clear out all these trapped items and then used clippers, mini clippers, scissors and mini scissors for the job. She also cleaned both the dogs' ears, eyes and their snouts. The results were frankly incredible.
One of Lexi's features that has always intrigued me is a sizeable lump on the very top of her head. Rochelle was able to enlighten me - Lexi has a Knowledge Knob, otherwise known as a Wisdom Lump.This feature is actually called an occiput and is a bona fide part of canine anatomy. Unfortunately, those dogs who are lucky enough to possess a Knowledge Knob haven't worked out how to activate it as yet. Rochelle's two Dalmatians are pretty much identical in looks, except for one having a Knowledge Knob. The sad reality is that Rochelle's knobless dog is far smarter! I believe Lexi will continue as another Goofball who can't engage her own Knowledge Knob...
Which really doesn't matter one iota. Whilst we were marooned in Joondalup Hospital, we missed our all our pets so very much. No dog snuck into our bedroom to pinch the cat's biscuits when we weren't looking. No dog barked at the annoying gophers shooting past the front door. No cat glided noiselessly onto our bed to sleep at the top of Michael's head. And we didn't once hear "you're a shit" bellowed out at full throttle by Red, our Eastern King Parrot.
Our first night home, there was the odd rolling thunder growling in the pre-dawn sky. Stella, who detests thunder more than baths was hyperventilating and scratching at the barricade at the entry of our bedroom. Hence we ended up with two dogs and a cat all on the bed with us.
Bloody marvellous!
Mister Chop in his accustomed spot above Michael's head!
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