Grooming

I think it must just be that a dog smells different after a trip to the groomer. Last week, Gracie chased Buster around the house; today, it was Buster's turn to chase.

It's remarkable how many conversations you can get into, bringing a cute dog home from the groomer. It helped that Gracie kept stopping to look at herself in the shop windows. One woman, sitting in the hair stylist waiting her turn, turned around and tapped on the window at Gracie's level to get her attention. I also got waved at by two passing bus drivers. (They're the regular drivers on the route I take.)

The groomer didn't cut much, but I think she does look better.

Tomorrow's my day to visit the groomer....