The boys’ groomer always tells me they behaved well at their spa days. That doesn’t mean they aren’t ready to come home when the time comes, though.
I hear Dougy whining about being in the carrier the minute he realizes I’m at the groomer’s to pick them up. He pretty much keeps his protest up till we get home, which, fortunately, is just a couple blocks away. Then the real show begins!
I set the carrier down on the kitchen floor, facing toward the kitty food and kitty fountain, then open the door….! Yes, both kitties crash out in the running of the “bulls” at Pawploma! Don’t stand in front of the carrier at that moment because you will be trampled! (And clawed, I fear!) Dougy and Andy can take just so much pampering before they want the comforts of home again, food, water.