Anyhow, I walked both dogs downtown and dropped the little dog off and then Georgie and I wandered around. Turns out that with a big dog, wearing jeans, my 22 year old coat, and a baseball cap on my head keeping my hair out of my eyes, I make the security guards hired to keep the homeless away from shoppers downtown sorta nervous. So we walked over to my favorite coffee shop to get hot chocolate, then wandered around at a slightly faster pace.
Georgie kept trying to go back to the groomers, almost like he missed Ginger which doesn't make a lot of sense. At home they pretty much just ignore each other all day long. Usually their only interaction is if the big dog is sitting on a bed the little dog wants -- she'll run over and hump him until he gets up and moves. Really. That's the only time they seem to notice each other.
Ye Olde Covrt Hovse
Finally we went home, at which point the groomers called and said Ginger was ready, so we walked back and picked her up. She's very soft and fluffy now. (And I forgot to take pictures, oops.)
The big dog was overjoyed to see the little dog.
The little dog was overjoyed that she got to leave the building.
We all came home and took a nap.
It's Holidailies time!