White Dog and The Other White Dog left this morning with Steve. The others hung by the door and window looking very rejected. It was spa day for WD and her second in command, something that Nuka will probably not experience due to her skin condition. Puff will get to go as soon as she gets her final HW clearance and YoYoMa may go along if the strangeness and new sounds do not trigger anxiety.
"You three are MUCH luckier," I said in an attempt to make them feel better. "You get the specialty services of the Stupendous Stephen, hairdresser to the most elegant pups!" Tails started wagging. "He comes to you, none of that spa silliness, and each of you gets individual bathing, toweling brushing and treats!" Suddenly staying home seemed tres chic and AWD, SAWD and YAWD settled down to nap in preparation for their appointments.
WD and Quinn DID look fabulous when they returned mid afternoon and they were full of all the neighborhood gossip about which pup in the 'hood had a bedwetting problem and which kitty was seen with six different Toms in one night! Quinn came over to nuzzle my hand and I squealed at Steve, "WHAT is around his neck and side of his face?" "Dirt" was the reply. "He just came from the groomer SECONDS ago...how?" I asked looking at The Mighty Quinn who showed no remorse. White Dog hopped up on her chair and gave her brother The Look. "He jumped out of the van, took two steps and started rolling in the place where we planted the new bulbs," Steve filled in. "It will brush out!" WD grunted and muttered, "BOYS!"
Later, after the end of the workday, Chez Smith opened for it exclusive business and three special Eskies got THEIR turn at being pampered...and at lots of treats.