Little White Cottage II

Catch up on part one here

What happened next

In my story last week, you will recall that my mum and dad  handed me over to a total stranger and then left me all alone in a locked cage. I was frightened because I had never been left alone like this before.  I didn’t know why I was in this place. What would happen next was still a mystery. If dogs could cry,  I would have cried buckets but then us Lhasa Apsos don’t cry. Instead I sat in the cage shaking with fear and listening to the humming noises coming from the next room.

High tables

I had only been in the cage for a little while when the new lady opened the door and let me out. This lady seemed nice because she tickled my ears and gently talked to me. She even knew my name!  I found myself on a high table  held by some straps that came from the ceiling. Then the humming noise started again and I could feel something touching my back. I looked down and saw big clumps of my fur dropping onto the table.

The little dog

I began to relax slightly because the humming thing kept moving up and down on my fur. It didn’t seem to hurt. The new lady was very gentle and it felt quite pleasant. I watched as more and more fur dropped onto the table and around my paws. There was another dog nearby because I could hear barking. I think this little dog was in one of the other cages. I wanted to tell him it would be all right but I wasn’t sure myself.

The wash and brushup

At last the humming noises stopped and apart from a little snip here and there it was all over. Or so I thought!  I was released from the  straps and taken into another room. When I spotted the bath, I knew what was happening. Bad news! First I was bathed and then I was brushed. Now, I don’t mind a bit of brushing but a bath! No thank you very much! All that water and shampoo. When will this ordeal be over? Whatever will they do to me next!

Home sweet home

When I was dry, I went back into the cage. I could still hear the other dog barking and just before he was taken into the big room, I was able to reassure him. At least, I hope I did. Then I heard the car. I knew it was my car because… Well, I just knew it was. Mum and dad had come back for me and I just went mad with excitement. Back in the car, I settled down in mum’s lap and she cuddled me. I knew then that my family would never leave me because they loved me. Since my first trip to the grooming parlour I have been back to the little white cottage many times and to other places as well. I am no longer frightened by having my fur cut. I quite like it actually. However, there is another place that always gives me the shakes. More about that in a later story.