We are still down in Nottingham and I want to report a conversation between Gail and her mother's 'help' Christine*, as overheard on Friday.
"Oh Christine, by the way, are you still working at the dog grooming parlour? How is that going?"
"Yes, I'm still there two mornings a week, helping wash and dry the dogs. I really enjoy it but business has been a bit slack lately."
(At this point I can hear the cogs in Gail's brain whirring.)
"Hmm. So. Do they do hand stripping there?"
(I think you can tell where this is heading).
"Oh yes, they do all that. Is Bertie stripped?"
"Yes I do it myself, rather amateurishly, as you can tell. I'm afraid he's looking very scruffy at the moment and I can no longer see his eyes. But I haven't the time or the tools down here to tidy him up. I am wondering if they could give him a good grooming at your place?"
(What! I have never ever been to a professional groomer before!! Please please please Christine, tell Gail they don't do bouncy wire-haired fox terriers!!!)
"Oh yes, I'm sure they'd be delighted to have him in. I'll find out when they have a slot."
There followed a long and detailed conversation about my grooming needs. "Absolutely no scissors on the black patch, doesn't minds his tail being stripped, sensitive underbelly, neat ears and beard etc. etc." Gail then turns to me:
"So Bertie, you'll be all smart and trim for your upcoming VERY SPECIAL Valentine date with Addi. Won't that be nice?"
"BUT ADDI LIKES ME THE WAY I AM!"
*PS from Gail: I don't think Christine reads this blog, but I want to sing her praises as she has been such a star in helping me care for my mother. In difficult circumstances one finds out who the truly kind, generous and effective people are, and Christine has proved worth her weight in gold. So I am more than happy to help bring some custom to her other business. Bertie is now booked in for 2nd February. It will be interesting to see what they make of him and he of them...