One of the down sides of having 6 dogs is cutting their coats, we’ve unfortunately chosen breeds that all require trimming.
Back in the UK we could take them to the agricultural college to be trimmed quite inexpensively. Basil used to love the attention showered on him there, though he used to whimper like a Chihauha (is that how it’s spelt?) when I went to leave him there. By the time I returned to pick him up, he’d generally deny knowing me and suggest that he live at the college from now on.
However here there are fewer options here on the dog trimming front, and though we did get given a phone number for someone from Bienvenida who trims dogs, there’s a communication problem that we’re not yet up to overcoming.
Hence we’ve been trimming the dogs ourselves. I say we, though in fairness it’s rather more Kate who does the trimming. She has a more patience than me as the dogs do tend to fidget. She’s also more confident with a pair of scissors.
I constantly find myself cringing when I assist Kate by holding one or other of the dogs as still as possible, and I cringe almost as much if I’m using the scissors, which can be a bit alarming for the dogs, as I wave the scissors around with my eyes shut.
On Friday though, in Kate’s absence as she visited family back in the UK, I decided to do my bit and give Petal a trim. She was looking a bit in need of help on the hair front.
Having trimmed her back half on Friday, this morning I trimmed her front half. She still looks in need of help on the hair front.
I was going to post a picture of her post trim, but she’s refusing to pose for the camera until her hair has started to grow back and she looks less daft.