Defurral

Today, at long last, I took Buster to the groomer. (Usually I get it taken care of in late April/early May; I don't know what the hold-up has been this year, but a lot of stuff is behind schedule.) As hot as it's been, I made the appointment early - 8AM, when the groomer opens for the day. Even so, it was in the 70s F when we set out. I underestimated the time it would take to get there - Buster wasn't as eager to sniff everything as usual - and we arrived some twenty minutes ahead of time. Buster kept wandering into places with loose sticks and leaves, and I had to keep pulling them off. At one point, he hopped through a narrow fence, and it took some fancy-work to get him untangled....

About two hours later, they called to let me know the job was done. The temperature was already climbing towards 90F. Even without his winter pelt, Buster was ready to flop down a couple of blocks from home.

He always looks so tiny after the groomer's done with him.