I am a horrible mother. And I have a dog with downy fur. Downy fur is the really soft type of fur that is cuddley and cozy, but also matts down really easily. I also hate those matts and think it makes me look like a neglagint mother. On Tuesday night Jeremy decided that he would try to wash and deep condition Punky to see if he could brush out some of the matts before her haircut appointment on Saturday. Well, what seemed like a good idea turned into a disastrous mess when it caused all of her fur to matt uncontrollably and become one giant knot. Now, if you are not a dog owner, then I must fill you in that once you have washed a dog, they turn into a wild wolf like creature. They run wildly making strange grumbling noiese, rub against things, roll, bark - its quite odd. However, if I was picked up, undressed and thrown into a sink full of water I think I might react similarly.
We tried to brush, as she did her wildabeast impression, but brushing just did not cut it. So, I took out the grooming sissors. I cut out a few knots and had one left I needed to cut. However, I accidentally took her with me, and cut her too. She shreaked, I cried, she got over it and I kept crying and freaking out. We took her to the emergency vet where she recieved local anesthetic and stitches - along with a giant cone on her head so she didn't lick it. I stabbed my poor baby. Now she's pissed at me. For 2 days, she's been moping around, not interested in playing with me - showing some serious attitude towards her assailant. This has left me feeling like the world's worst person. Our dog walker, vet and groomer have all tried consoling me - but I'm not kidding me, the dog is mad at me.
This is not good. Feeling very sad. I didn't mean to hurt her! Or make her look like a fool with that giant cone on her head. I have a habbit of baking when I'm stressed, needless to say I baked brownies for my office and cupcakes for our dog walker and Jeremy last night.