Nate loves his fur long, so we let it go as long as we can. He's a yorkie, so he has no undercoat. His fur length serves no purpose for warmth in this weather, so it really doesn't matter if we shave him completely...he's still gonna need a coat.
We try to leave his head and legs long and just trim his body (he kinda looks like a lion), but when they get too long we have issues with snow. I trim him myself because I had a groomer charge me double when he was a pup because he was so squirmy.
During his spa sessions, Kahne brings full meaning to the term Army Brat. He whines, cries, squirms, roots, runs and throws an overall, full-on temper tantrum. And that's before we even get the clippers out.
When the clippers come out of the cabinet, he goes dogatonic. He lays on the floor shaking until we pose him. He won't lift his head. He tucks his tail so tight that trimming it, or anything around it, proves impossible. The saddest part of this is that he is much better than he used to be.
One the trimming is done, bathtime commences. Sometimes I think Kahne was a cat in a former life. I've never seen a dog that hates water the way he does. He coughs and hacks like he's dying...Oh, yeah, and his head is still dry at this point. Drama. Queen.
When the bath is over, the rooting begins. He rolls around on the floor like he's trying to wriggle out of his wet fur. I always get the hair dryer out, but he's so funny, I usually give him a minute or two to try and squirm his way dry.
Once the torture is over, he totally acts like nothing ever happened....just don't mention the word bath...
Kahne's pre-bath head towel. ;)
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