This is what Sophie would much prefer to be doing right now. Having a nice snooze, preferably undisturbed by a camera in her face.
Instead, we were up at an ungodly hour to navigate this:
Why does it always snow on grooming days? At home hardly enough has fallen to be worth shoveling, much less snowblowing, but on the freeway it was a blizzard in places. Not so bad going (still early), but nearly a parking lot on the way back. I guess it's good to have a reminder once in a while of what most people have to deal with in regular working hours.
This is not a day I'd want to be driving my fancy sports car, either.
As always, Sophie was reluctant to exit the vehicle, knowing what torture awaited her. I could take her to a groomer closer to home but Peggy only works on a couple of dogs a day, out of her home. I'd rather Sophie not be exposed to too many other stressed-out dogs, or be crated, if I can help it.
Photos later of a prettified, if pissed-off, poodle!