Today was his first grooming appointment. We went in, filled out forms, took off his collar and harness and leash and sent him off with them. He loves people so that was no problem. It’d be two and a half hours, they said. Doh! So we missed the obedience class… guess we’ll have to skip this session. Which is okay with me because this week was the second week of the classes but she was just going to have us there early to “go over stuff” from the first class. Seemed like a bit of a waste of money, but I wanted to get him into class ASAP. So now we need to find another one. GAH.

So bf and I went to Circuit City and Barnes and Noble, ate some food, talked, walked around a bit, then returned two hours later. We walked into the Petco (the groomers is attached next door to it) and from INSIDE PETCO we could hear BARK… BARK… BARK… BARK… BARK… in that oh-so-familiar tone. Bf and I shared a look and kind of groaned, “I bet that’s him.” We went into the groomers and got the reciept. Bf mentioned to the lady that he bets that barking was Zeeke. “Oh no,” she said, “that’s him right there.” She pointed to a cage we could see. The dog was black. “Uhhh, ours is the german shepherd.” “Oh. Him.” Yep. The barking was Zeeke. And it still hadn’t stopped.

We went back into the Petco to pay. The cashier said, “Oh, that’s the german shepherd… Is he the one that was in here the other day?” Grooaaaannnn. Yes, that was me with him, being dragged through the bloody store. She then continued to tell us that they had heard the thumps and bangs and barking while they were bathing him. And that afterwards the groomer had come out COMPLETELY SOAKED head to foot and said, “I didn’t think I could ever get this wet from bathing a dog.”

Back into the groomers where they said he had soaked them, snapped one noose/leash, thrown a FIT when they cut his nails (yeah, he does that to us too), pooped in the cage (he’s still sick), barked constantly, and pretty much thrown a fit. My god. We made sure to point out that we’re taking him to OB class and apologise profusely. At least he doesn’t bite!! He just wiggles… all over the place. And jumps and bucks and backs into you… oy. And in the fight to get his harness back on him we forgot to tip them!! I feel horrible. I think I’m going to drive back in there tomorrow to leave a tip for them, do you think that would make up for it? Gosh I just feel so bad for them.

He has a few spots of missing hair on him, that only showed up when they took out all the dead fur. It’s weird, it’s along his butt mostly, they figure he might have gotten into a dog fight previously or something? Which seems odd because he’s very not aggressive, with dogs or humans. No idea what else would cause that.

We had an after-effect of the garbage incident…

I locked Zeeke in the bedroom (to keep him away from the damn couch) and left to pick bf up from work. We went straight Petco where we bought an extra-large crate (too big for a GSD, they said, but he’s potty trained, the only purpose of the crate is to keep him away from our furniture!). Then we stopped at the mall (right next door to the Petco) to pick up two items we needed to get (replacement shoes for the ones Zeeke bought, and some baseball caps for bf’s baseball team). Then we stopped to eat dinner on the way home.

We got the crate inside and everyone inside and ready before I opened the bedroom door. Immediately, something was VERY VERY wrong… as the door opened and Zeeke came happily running out and AWEFUL STENCH hit me. Zeeke got sick… very very sick… ALL OVER the BED. And I don’t mean throw up, either. He pooped mostly on my pillow, but all over the comfortor and CLEAN SHEETS that were on the bed. He even got some on the curtain, bedpost, and the WALL! It wasn’t normal poop… basically looked like he has some nasty explosive diahrrea. And the smell.. OMG, I nearly barfed.

We cleaned off what we could, threw everything into the washer, and opened every window in the house. We don’t blame Zeeke of course, he can’t help getting SICK, but I do have to wonder WHY THE BED. *cries* We might have to sleep in the living room tonight, the bedroom smells so bad. We think this was caused by the garbage he got into this morning, he’s had a sensitive stomach since we got him.

Oh man oh man what a day. But now the crate is set up and it’s his new home. A nice big sturdy METAL home.

Let’s see, in the last while he has: destroyed the couch, ate two pairs of brand-new shoes, ripped out the screen in one of the front windows, and got into the garbage. Oy. Today…. we are going and buying a crate.
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