When the warm weather rolls around, most people do spring cleaning or plant a garden. They dust off the white sandals and get out their spring clothes. We do those things, too, and they are not so bad, but one of our spring rituals is not one we look forward to. It’s one that we put off until there is no way to avoid it. Have you guessed it yet? ….. It’s shaving 2nd Chance, our maladjusted Cocker Spaniel.
We first tried getting the Vet to do it (because groomers wouldn’t touch him). The Vet had to give him anesthesia and one time when an emergency came in, it wore off and they had a really pissed off little dog confined in the bathroom of their office. After anesthesia, he’d come home and act like he did when we first rescued him from 8 months of solitary confinement in a small cage.
Finally, we decided to do it ourselves, so the Vet, bless his soul, got us a super shaver that was designed for horses and plenty of doggy tranquilizer pills. We already had a muzzle.

Here he is a few days before we decided that it was time. No, that’s not a baby brown bear or a miniature Sheep Dog, it’s a Cocker Spaniel. A couple of times each year, we prepare for battle. We give 2nd Chance a couple of mild tranquilizers & wait for him to relax. Then Al sits in a chair outside on the patio and we put a small ottoman in front of him. All our tools have been set out. After we get the muzzle on the dog, Al holds him on the ottoman and the battle begins.
The shaver is over a foot long and cuts through most of the thick fur, but not all of the mats. 2nd Chance squirms and jumps and growls and tries to bite every now and then, but he’s much better than when we first started. Back then he would get so worked up and mad that we thought he was going to pass out. Now he accepts most of it until you try to do the ears or the head.
After we get all we can with the clippers, we continue the attack on the really tough mats with scissors. The whole time we are fighting with this dog, I’m trying to remember how we saved him and convince myself that he needs us, etc. When the job is done, he looks and feels better and we are totally exhausted and must all go inside to rest. Though there are still some rough spots, that must be dealt with later, it is good enough for him to feel more comfortable in the Louisiana heat.
The things we endure for our pets… I just wish 2nd Chance were a bit more appreciative and would stop playing rooster at the crack of dawn each day. If you’d like to meet the rest of our menagerie (they are all much sweeter), then visit Our Pets’ Stories .
Oh and to show you that 2nd Chance has his moments, here’s a picture of him at his best.

Chance Relax by tiger45