Grooming

Not only does Bucky need grooming, but so do John and I.

John took Bucky with him to the Salon when he got his haircut. He sat there minding his own business and quietly amused himself like a very good boy. (Bucky that is - not John! Although, I do hope that John also sat there minding his own business and quietly amused himself like a good boy too!)

Then all of a sudden, Bucky lets out a huge YELP. Everyone in the salon looks over at him confused and wonders what happened. Nobody was near him and no one had stepped on him. Why did he YELP?

John then discovers what caused the yelp. You guessed it (maybe?) - Bucky chewed a hairdryer cord. YIKES!

And do you think it could be an old hairdryer..... NOOOOOOO..... Of course not! It had to be a brand new hairdryer! So now, I am the proud owner of a professional, salon quality, "gently used", hairdryer!

EPILOGUE: I went to the same salon a couple of weeks later. In anticipation of Bucky's visit, all the extra cords were carefully put away

He was a perfect little angel minding his own business, quietly amusing himself chewing on - HIS nylabone.

I am not sure who learned a lesson - John, the salon or Bucky...

We are discovering the unanticipated joys of taking a puppy to public places.