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A Nell Guess Who?

 Aha! That lightbulb moment when I realised who Nell reminds me of when she is trotting ahead of me on jaunty walks, her hair a-bobbling and a-wafting in the air, and all I can see is the back of her head. Ready?

Nell…

Rod Stewart..!

Nell…

Rod Stewart…

Okay, not so convincing from the front. Nell is clearly far more attractive than Rod, but from the back? Well, they could be twins! I’ll give Rod credit for his obviously superior conducting skills. Nell would merely eat the baton and ask what’s for pudding. 

Nell is having her first professional puppy grooming sessions today which is a relief because it will save me from having to tackle her face with the bull-nosed scissors again so she can see where she is going. The first session is basically a wash, dry, face, feet and bum tidy up, just to get a newbie pup used to the grooming environment and paraphernalia. Nell knows about baths and hairdryers already, but I suspect her groomer will deliver her wash and brush up with far more finesse than I have managed to achieve thus far in my wild, frantic, very soggy doggy attempts at bathing. 

I’ve told Nell it is Puppy Grooming Day today. She said, ‘Say what? I have no idea of what you speak.’ 

I’m sure it will all go very, very well indeed! 


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