This morning Alan and I were playing on the floor with the dogs when Alan says, "What's this long white hair in Max's ear?"
"What?"
"Max has a weird long white hair in his ear."
I pull Max over and yes, indeed, there is a long white tendril-like thing in his ear. I give it a gentle tug and it pulls away from a larger white thing, deep inside his ear. At first I'm scared--what is this?--then I realize it's a cotton ball, shoved nearly to the center of his brain, that the groomer has neglected to remove after his bath. It takes me some time to get a grip as the cotton keeps shredding, but finally I pull out a wad of cotton that is soaking wet and has been stuffed into Max's ear since yesterday morning.
I dry out the inside of his ear as best I can, then Alan and I look at each other. He says, "Either you call, or I do." Trust me when I say that though I can be really, really cranky, Alan can be worse. I call the vet's office and ask to speak to our vet, Dr Barry. He's out today, so I ask who I would talk to about their groomers. I get the Office Manager.
So, long story short. Max will get a free exam to make sure his ear isn't screwed up, and she refunded the grooming money, though she said she would rather refund Ozzy's hair, if she could. We had a long discussion about the groomer, who she assures me is experienced and comes from a long line of groomers in the area. You bloody could have fooled me. Neither of us have any explanation why she would have buzz cut a long-haired dog. The task now lies with her to deal with the groomer.
We are going now to the Co-op to buy Ozzy a sweater because he is shivering without his hair. And the temperature has plummeted, so it's chilly and windy today. Of course it is.
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