Charlie Bear here. Last week I had THE BEST BATH EVER!
“Charlie Bear, you look so good,” Dad said when he saw me. “You’re hair is combed out, your’e so soft, and your face is even cleaned up really good. This is the best bath you’ve ever had. Who gave him such a great bath?”
Mom said, “I don’t know. It was probably one of the girls at the groomer’s. They always greet Charlie Bear with love and he runs up to them, turns over for belly rubs, and they scoop him up and snuggle him.”
“Well, whoever it was,” Dad replied, “they did a great job.”
And later that night, Dad added, “He’s also not showing any of his fidgety-ness after a bath like he usually does.”
“That’s right,” Mom said. “He usually spins a bit and chases his tail, and licks at himself a lot. There’s none of that this time.”
So Mom Peep called, and guess what they said? It wasn’t one of the girls at all, it was a guy named Jeff.
“Jeff has been with me the longest of all my groomers,” the owner said. “He’s quiet and doesn’t talk much, but he’s great with the animals.”
So Mom Peep went up there to meet Jeff. He came out with earpods in, quiet, kind of shy, and like the owner said, a man of few words. He was young, maybe in his late 20s Mom thinks.
“I just want you to know that Charlie Bear got the best bath ever from you yesterday,” Mom Peep told Jeff. “He’s a rescue, and it takes a lot for him, even still, to have a good experience being fussed over.”
The young man graciously accepted the gift card she brought him. Mom Peep felt so good. And me? I feel great, even though this morning Mom rubbed me with a towel on my back for a second to get the oily residue off from the flea control medicine she put on me and I went into one of my vicious-sounding spin cycles. My goodness, I scare the heck out of my peeps when I spin like that.
Oh, well. I guess I can’t be “the best” all the time. I’m bound to fall back into my old patterns. Good thing Mom and Deep Peep still love me. I do hope they ask for Jeff the next time I need a bath, though. I like him.
Wiggles and Woofs,