I know what you’re all thinking, “Look at that, it only took them two weeks on the island to lose it and go on a bender….”. Quite to the contrary, we have not been overindulging, but it did only take us two weeks to get sick of a filthy dog every night. So this morning, we shaved the poodle.
It costs an amazing amount of money to have your animal professionally groomed. More than I want to spend. So, like any good do-it-yourselfer, I watched it being done once or twice, bought the clippers, corralled the pooch, and went to.
After two hours spent struggling with clippers and a resistant animal, it turns out I cannot groom my dog. Oh, the bulk of the hair is off of him, and he is much less smelly than before, so in those terms I was successful. However referring to what is left of his coat as “patchy” would be being polite. Personally I think it gives him character. Amy tells me if dogs could be embarrassed, he would be hanging his head in shame.
After Darcy had been released from the torture of the clippers, Amy & I had to return to more mundane tasks of being Keepers. We went to the bottom, cleaned out the composting toilet and leveled the cone, put together the new lawnmower for use at the bottom (for those of you keeping score we are now tied 3-3, with working and broken mowers), and finally hauled some more rock up the hill for trail maintenance.
Knowing the forecast was iffy for the afternoon & evening, I opted to go for my third swim of the year to clean off the worst of the grime, then do some cooking. I put together pizza dough and produced the first island pizza of the summer just as the promised bad weather reached us. It didn’t rain as much as I would have liked (our gardens will probably need to be watered soon) but the lightening show was impressive. After dinner we played a game of cribbage, read for a while, and went to bed.
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