From a dog’s perspective, a sandy beach with bird poop and daily arrivals of “fresh” ocean decay is tantamount to a kid’s personal candy store. A summer full of these delicacies, however, takes the idiom, “It’s a dogs life,” to new heights.
Without a doubt, there is no more thrilling moment than for the pooch who, once unleashed, breaks into an Olympic sprint to destinations only he can smell. Launching himself with the skill of a pole vaulter onto a rotting seal, it’s only a matter of time before his human companions realize the object of his desire is not a large piece of driftwood after all.
It doesn’t matter, though, because the victorious aroma has already merged with him, like the undying presence of cigarettes in a chain-smoker’s home.
If not for the lack of opposable thumbs, Fido would effectively advocate a more creative fragrance by Chanel.
Bentley and Beazley, our designer Corgi and SPCA special, just completed their beachside sabbatical from their daily demands —announcing any and all arrivals at the construction site next door.
(And yes, Beazley likes to misspell his name — that’s how he rolls.)
Their retreat also included a break from baths (I was as intent on relaxation as they were), except when Bentley befriended a skunk the first night away.
In nine weeks, our furry family went from soft and fluffy to matted and mangy. So long were their nails, I questioned whether Howard Hughes ever considered manufacturing paw-sized Kleenex boxes.
I’d outlasted them — an odiferous game of chicken for sure — but as summer wound down to the dog days of August and life transitioned back to Davis, there was no question about my first call: Pawsitive Groomers, 530-756-4400.
Born of the former Fo’ Paws, whose owner passed away in 2010, Pawsitive Groomers operates in a conditioned space inside the Davis Ace Rock Yard. The location isn’t fancy from a human standpoint, but consider the clientele. The place is a tail-wagging Taj Mahal.
In all honesty, when Fo’Paws transitioned, I was a little worried about my boys. Bentley’s a go-along sort of fellow, but his regal breeding still demands proper care and respect. Beazley, on the other hand, was 3 when he was abandoned. We don’t know his story, but four years later, separation anxiety still gets the hypersonic best of him.
Basically, he loses his mind.
As it turns out, my worries about change were unfounded. The tender professionalism and excellent service of Pawsitive Groomers are consistent with Fo’Paws’ legacy.
It’s true, Beazley still summons Shakespeare when dropped off (behavior not unique to having his nails done), but the staff understands his needs and carries him like a baby until his senses have been restored.
As for Bentley, he cruises in like he owns the place with a duty-bound, stiff upper lip, all the while knowing what keeps us going back again and again:
His neglected burial ground back yard. Because that’s how he rolls.
— Heidy Kellison lives and shops in Davis; her column is published monthly. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org