I have to start out this post by apologizing to Tilly’s breeder.  Sorry Chris!  I couldn’t help it.  Our Tilly is not a prim and proper British girl.  She’s a gardener.  She loves hanging out in the backyard, digging in the mud and coming back in the house with leaves, twigs and mud intertwined in her beautiful, ruby fur coat.  I swore I was never going to trim her but I’ve had to reconsider.  First I tried just trimming her feet to get rid of her hairy, polar bear toes…..but it just wasn’t enough.  To top it off, she has managed to get huge matts in her ears and belly from gardening.

To make the process less traumatic, I hired a mobile groomer to come to our house so that I could be part of the process and make sure Tilly wasn’t too stressed out.  I was picturing a mobile grooming van pulling up on our driveway….but I got a Goth, heavily chained and pierced groomer who showed up an hour late with just her clippers, scissors and Hartz pet shampoo from Dollarama. I was so tempted to just say thanks but no thanks but I knew I wouldn’t be able to get an appointment with another groomer for several weeks and I just couldn’t take the mess any more.  She did an ok job but I insisted that she use our high quality shampoo and creme rinse.  Not only did I pay about the same I would have paid at a groomer’s shop but I was left with all the mess to clean up.

All things considered, I guess I am grateful that the first grooming was done in the comfort of our home but next time she is going to the puppy beauty salon….no more Goth groomer for us.

Tilly just loves this golf ball.  She will chase it around the house and then run up stairs and watch it bounce down the stairs.  My only concerns is that Wally or Tango could get  a hold of it and choke on it (like Oprah’s beautiful golden did when she played with the Cocker spaniel’s small ball).  Tilly only gets to play with it when I can supervise everyone.