Spa day

On Day One of the great roof replacement caper (see previous post--sorry: I'm doing this out of sequence, but that's how my mind works...) we decided it would be a good time to take Dieter to Petsmart for a shampoo and nail trim.

For once we weren't lugging him in there with the scent of skunk wafting off of him. Even so, the groomer said that when they started washing him there was still a trace of eau de skunk in his fur.

It took a little longer than usual, and we wondered why we hadn't gotten a call saying Dieter was ready. It had nothing to do with lingering skunk smell. Evidently the reason was that Dieter decided he doesn't like the hair dryers. They ended up putting a muzzle on him because he kept trying to bite the dryer. I'm sure in his mind this was all a fun game, or he justified his behavior by saying the dryer was loud and obnoxious and deserved a good biting. I'm sure he wasn't too thrilled with the muzzle: "Sheesh, people can really overreact. I wasn't trying to kill their stupid old dryer; I just wanted to give it a really good pinch."

Also good as dog perfume.

Finally we got Dieter back. As he happily trotted into the house, I said to Lloyd: he smells like a vanilla bean or a sugar cookie. Lloyd nodded. "Yup, they sprayed some damned-fool vanilla perfume on him," he explained.

Luckily the scent receded. But for the rest of the evening, I kept calling him: The Rapper Known as Vanilla Bean.