Because I am a big celebrity among therapy dogs, it is important that I remain coifed and camera ready. I owe it to my fans and to the patients and staff I work with. Some may call me vain, but I prefer to think of my grooming rituals as being my most fabulous self. After all, who wants to be around a stinky, unkept dog. That’s just ridiculous. So on Tuesday afternoon, Doc was kind enough to chauffeur me over to my favorite veterinarians office for an overdo mani-pedi.

After we got to the Vet, the first thing they did was weigh me and I am proud to say that even during the pandemic I have remained a slim and trim 82 pounds of fur and muscle. I am not surprised because between doing zoomies around the yard everyday and Doc walking me a few miles, I am burning calories galore. Next, one of the technicians took me in the back where they trim my nails. My favorite part is when they tell me what a handsome and good boy I am and then they give me hugs and kisses. I don’t want to brag but the ladies do love me. When my nails were nicely trimmed they took me back out to the waiting room and Doc drove me home.

Now I could tell Doc was tired because by the time we got home, she went straight into her bedroom. After all, she had worked all day before we even went to the vets office. After she stretched out on the bed and turned on the TV to relax, I jumped up next to her to cuddle and happened to glance down at her bare feet and toenails. Oh my! I thought to myself. “Doc are you really going to work like that tomorrow with your feet and toenails looking all raggedy like that? ” I said with too much shock in my voice. And before I even got the whole sentence out of my mouth I knew that was the wrong thing to say. Boy, did she give me the look before she replied ” Grover, sometimes the wisest thing you can do is say nothing.” I have to admit, she was right. So I quickly made amends and told her I loved her even if her feet and nails looked gnarly. She just laughed, patted me on the head and fell asleep.