So last week, I was on the injured reserve list due to an encounter with medical science. Couldn't drive - or do much of anything else except lie around whining. The dogs were getting a little ripe, if you know what I mean, and I was under doctor's orders not to exert myself. Washing three large dogs definitely qualifies as exertion, so I called Wendy Doscher-Smith and begged for a grooming house call. Wendy is a freelance writer by trade, but by passion an animal photographer and, as of late, a professional groomer. She is, to say the least, a fanciful and creative person who drives a car with dog-paw decals all over it. She rescues dogs, and has a ferret named Pickle.
So she graciously agreed to come over and launder the mutts for me. But first--the wings! I don't know how many critters have donned the wings, but now my Moose (the black one) and Shadow (the golden) have joined the roster. I'm not entirely sure they understood the concept, but at least they stood still for pictures.