My Horrible, Awful, Addiction

After a rainy day, a low spot in our yard fills with water. It is known as our family lake. A couple of days ago, someone let Lucy go into the backyard when the lake was full of water. And, once again, she went for a swim. When I bathed her, I noticed that she had numerous mats. Therefore, I grabbed a dematting tool and proceeded to try and comb them away.

Neither Lucy nor I were having much fun; I-sitting on the floor with a sopping wet dog, and she-having her fur tugged at for twenty minutes! So, therefore, I needed another approach. Unprepared to really groom a dog, I grabbed the only pair of dog shears I could find. (My inexpensive curved scissors, which are dull as dishwater!) I, then, proceeded to chop away. Two hours later, she was mat free; But, after she dried, she looked like Swiss cheese.

Last night, I grabbed my good scissors and evened up her fur.

…Fast forward to today.

Joe, my husband and I decided to take a relaxing trip to a State Park. Joe went to go and get firewood and I sat down with Lucy to relax. That was until I saw it!! Oh no, Lucy! Is your fur uneven on one side?!? Oh no! Poor baby! I can fix that!!

I ran into the camper, grabbed my scissors, and happily started cutting away. After I few moments I looked down. The ground was covered in hair…I was covered in hair. My only coat was covered in hair! The ground I could sweep….possibly. My only coat…impossible. Is there such a thing as Groomer’s Anonymous?

P.S. Lucy says “Look Mom! Dad has a better idea! Why don’t we just play ball?”