
Somehow he knows.
I didn’t say a word. He can’t see my calendar. Even if he could, I don’t think he can read.
But Winston knows when it’s grooming day. And he loves grooming day!
He laid on the floor in the bathroom and stared at me while I took a shower. After I dressed, he sat by the back door, impatiently waiting for me. I didn’t even have to leash him. Winston runs to the van, jumps in shotgun, and looks out the window, tail vibrating with excitement.
As we head down the street, I open the window and let him enjoy the breeze. I think he feels like a superdog with the wind whipping through his hair, flooding his nose with scents. He watches people in their cars with curiosity. He jumps out of the van and pulls me to the door of the groomer, tail wagging ten times a second. He jumps up to lick the front desk person. Jumps up onto the washing station.
Winston loves his spa day!









