Then, to add injury to insult...
Today I dropped Murphy at the groomer at 7:30, took a Very late lunch and picked him up when they called after 2, dropped him at the house and high-tailed it back to the office.
Tonight when I came home I opened the front door and Murphy bolted out past me. It was the first time in his 7 years of life that he did such a thing. I dropped my bag and screamed, "No, STOP!" and he did, and rolled over on his back all submissive and apologetic. Meanwhile, I'm wondering what caused him to do something so insane. Was the house on fire? He ran out like his ass was in flames!
I carried him into the house and put him down, and he stood with his tail tucked, looking miserable. I put him on my bed and he rolled over on his back. His ass WAS in flames. My poor baby has a razor burn in his crotchal region that would make anyone crazy. This groomer's talent for shaving his sanitary zones is remarkable - last time he had a haircut, he rolled over on his back and my daughter hooted, "They gave your dog a Brazilian!" Many jokes about standing very, very still were made. It's not so funny now. This time they took it a little too close, and I wish I'd seen this before I'd paid $40 and a tip, and I will call to tell the owner tomorrow. She's a nice lady and she may have a new groomer or something, but this is not going to happen again. He has retreated to his crate and I have to yell at him not to lick the boo-boo and make it worse. He looks so small and forlorn, but he's being a good boy and not licking. Until he forgets and then I tell him NO! and he stops.
I feel so awful for him. He's always been a happy-go-lucky, I love going to the groomer guy. I suspect he won't be next time, and I'm really pissed off about that.