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.