It’s a strange feeling not to be able to hear the dog breathing. Duchess is Going to the Dogs, that’s the name of her beauty parlour. I dropped her there this morning at 8am for a fluff and buff – wash and nails.
Most of the fun is the ride to and from the beautician. Once there she has to wait in a crate until it s her turn. Meanwhile I have some time home alone, and I really notice her absence because I can’t hear her breathing.
She does love riding in the car.
She certainly looks ready to go and say woof to all her friends. I love the name of the boutique!
My cat Dorothy will be the next one to ‘go to the dogs’, and not the boutique. I keep her in at night and when there is another cat outside or possums she wants to go and hunt and uses me as the prey… Elsbeth