This weekend we were blessed to have a break with the heat. With temperatures in the mid 60′s to low 70′s it was my chance to get the Newfs spruced up. I took full advantage of the cooler temps and dedicated my weekend to them. I told them it was their weekend at the spa, courtesy of me.
I broke the spa weekend down into 3 days. Friday night I gave both the boys a bath and then dried them with the dog dryer. Each Newf takes a few hours from start to finish with drying consuming most of the time.
I started at 7:00 pm on Friday night and by midnight I was pretty much exhausted, so we picked up again on Saturday. Saturday I finished drying them and then the trimming began. I focused mostly on their paws, chest, ears and undercarriage.
Trimming each dog took a good hour and a half and after 3 hours of trimming I was done for the day.
On Sunday I finished off the grooming session by brushing their coats out and trimming the areas that I missed the day before. I have to admit that I got a little scissor happy and I probably cut a little more hair than I should of, but that’s o.k., it will grow back by next week.
So where does the mischief come into play here? Well Sherman, like with most everything, is a perfect angel for baths, trimming, and grooming. He doesn’t like his legs and paws touched, but he knows that he will be handsomely rewarded with treats if he is patient.
Leroy on the other hand, is a pain in my butt.
Giving him the bath was the hardest part of the spa weekend. I had a new hose nozzle and the shower setting on it was a bit different then on the old one. You would of thought I was spraying him with pellets by the way he reacted to the first stream of water.
OMG! What is that?!!!!!
That just set the tone for the rest of the bath. He figured that if I was going to make him sit still for a bath, he was going to make me work for it. The bath involved several paws to my face by Leroy and several high fives to Leroy’s face by me. A few times I almost wound up on my back on the wet garage floor, but I was on to him and his sneaky ways. Don’t let his sweet face fool you. There’s a little devil that lurks inside of him. You know it, I know it and Leroy knows it.
Leroy also isn’t that good up on the grooming table. I mean, he’s good but only because he is hooked to the arm of the grooming table and he has nowhere else to go. Unlike Sherman, Leroy can not be fully trusted to lounge on the table without being secured. He has been known to take a flying leap off the table on several occasions.
He is also very twitchy, which makes trimming his ears and the underneath of his paws a challenge. Several times he almost lost a limb, or an ear flap, but lucky for me and for him my reflexes are still pretty good, at least when I have scissors in my hands.
So while my weekend was consumed with Newfie hair, paws to the face and an achy back, for me the end result was well worth it.
Side note-Because the Newfs require so much time to be bathed and groomed I usually don’t do them both in the same weekend, but the opportunity presented itself and I went with it.
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