Mum finally flipped today and after weeks of drying us,  she decided we needed a haircut.

Not just any trim around our feet but the full on No.2 followed by a bath.

Scissors and clippers

Usually we get away with a short trim but mum had purchased a professional fluff trimmer with plastic attachments.

Once we had become used to the noise, it was like a loud bee from the garden, we settled down and started to get cold.

The thick coats we had taken all winter to grow started to be removed, a strip at a time.  Just like a farmer ploughing a field, mum worked the gadget up and down our coats.

Starting on our backs she worked her way down our sides then onto our tummies.

It was here that we got the giggles.  The shears tickled, this is what mum called it, and we started to lark about. 

All my fluff....

Now tickling is something new and took a while to work out what the sensation was. Mum kept saying everything was alright but I saw what it was doing to my coat and I was a bit unsure.

After a break for a few minutes, to go to the garden and for mum to tidy up a little , she started on our legs.  We thought the giggles were bad on our tummies well, the buzzing on our legs just made us react like we were jumping on hot coals.

Every time mum put the trimmer near our paws we just had to lift our legs.  It was great fun.

Do my legs look thinner?

Fluff went everywhere, and the hoover monster was brought out to help clean up.  

Mum had thin hairs all over her top and trousers.  We had our revenge as these itched, and itched, and itched until she eventually went for a shower and got tidied up.

A bath soon followed for us, along with a long lie down in front of the fire to dry off.

Mum says that she is going to use our fluff for the birds.  

We will let you know next time what she actually does with it.

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It has been a few days since we last updated our blog, but we have a very good excuse.

Last Friday we started a grand adventure to the countryside and got to sleep away from home.

All started as any normal day does but something seemed a little unusual.  Mum was packing a bag with our things. Towels, food, bowl, a few toys and a couple of chews.

This is not normally done for a walk so Buster and I started to get excited but puzzled.  

The car was loaded with our bag and a few for mum and dad and we headed off through the city and past our normal walking places and off into the countryside.

After about what seemed to be an hour mum checked her pockets and pulled out a piece of paper. Ah we thought, we are lost.

Dad pulled the car into a farm entrance and looked at the map and directions scribbled on the well folded paper.  As always seems to happen we needed to retrace our path around a mile to a junction to our right.

In the distance we could here the sounds of farm machinery which as we drove along the road became louder.

Finally we come across a direction sign on the roadside that dad says we should follow. I didn’t get chance to read it but it had a picture of a dog on it I think.

After a few hundred meters the car slowed and we approached quite a solid looking gate with a button just asking to be pressed. Mum did the honours and the gates swung upon like in the films.  

I must make a note that we could do with one of those special buttons for our gates.

Welcome

Dad drove through the gap and parked up in a yard.  We were very excited and eager to explore and couldn’t wait to get out of the car.

Mum got out first and after putting the lead on Buster they both went through a doorway opposite. I followed with Dad a few minutes later.

A very nice lady greeted us. She smelt nice and gave us both a stroke and, being the flirt that I am, I got a cuddle as well.

Our own bed

We were led down a tiled passageway past a few doors and into a room.  Wow, it had a tv, a radio, our own small bed and a chair.  

Opposite the doorway was a yard area where we could stretch our legs and speak to other companions nearby.

The room was very posh and although I had to share with Buster the adventure would be fun.

Three sleeps

Mum and dad left us to get on with talking to our neighbours and finding our way around for three sleeps.

We were well looked after despite Buster being quite defensive and not letting anyone near.  He seemed a little scared of being away from his normal comforts but I managed to bound around and keep his spirits up.

We could run around in the big compound in turn with the other guests and I went for a walk every day. I even got a brush and a wash. Buster wasn’t up for a pampering, so I tried to ask for double… I’m not sure if the groomer understood though

Around the country club

The country club for animals even has it’s own pool.  Situated not far from our room is a 5m long 3m wide indoor pool kept nice and warm for us to play in.  

Hydropool with cover on

We didn’t manage to go for a swim this time but we have asked mum if we can come back and play.  

It has murials on the walls and a washing area –  just like the humans swimming pools I have seen in pictures.

This pool is used mainly for Hydrotherapy. This is the use of warm water as a controlled form of weightless exercise. 

It is an ideal aid to the recovery and rehabilitation of injured animals or simply a great form of exercise for healthy dogs.

The pool is fitted with jets to provide variable swim resistance and massage.

I think Buster will enjoy getting his first swim and easing those aching bones. All the time I have known him he has not gone into water deeper than his middle.  His feet have always stayed on the bottom.

Going home

On the morning of the fourth day mum and dad came back for us.  We were glad to see them and have a hug. 

I managed to stand in something rather pongy though on the way to the car and I stunk the car out all the way home.

This resulted in the obligatory bath for both of us and a frantic run around the house to get dry.

Since returning home and back to the daily routines I have needed my cuddles topping up. I did like my holiday and really do want to go for a swim. Will let you know how we get on.

Mum says she will be writing more about the Posh Pets Country Club on the other site Keep Trade Local in the next few weeks.

Thats all for now

Charlie and Buster