Time to Shave Sally!

This is Sally Ann Casey. Sally does not liked to be groomed. She does not like to be bathed either. Once a year, usually in the spring, when it is warm enough, Sally goes to the vet for grooming. They put her under anesthesia to do it.

We adopted Sally from the humane society shelter on Dixon street in Allentown way back in 2003. She is very fearful of strangers, and because she runs and hides every time I unravel a garden hose, we believe that she was beaten with one by someone. Everyone who has tried to groom her ends up getting bit. We are able to give her occasional trims, as she will let me hold her while my wife uses the scissors.

When we first moved to Trexlertown, right after we got Sally, she was afraid to go off the porch because the invisible fence shocked her. Then she learned that if she ran fast enough, she could get through it, no matter how high we turned it up on her collar. So see, it wouldn't work on your kids! I know some of you were thinking that!

So Sally has a run that allows her a radius of 50 feet, and allows her to chase the rabbits and cats at fully Sally speed, at least until she hits the boundary of the invisible fence. Lucy and Ethel are both approaching 13 years of age, so they are content to let Sally do all the entertaining.

Monday I took Sally to the vet for her yearly check up, shots, and the required blood work before anesthesia. You don't want to know how much it costs, but for all the love and protection our Sally dog gives us, it is a bargain in my book. Wednesday Mrs C drops her off before 8 AM for her shearing, and we will pick her up tomorrow night. I'll post an after picture on Thursday.