tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257632014578413949.post5469352327935717032..comments2024-03-01T04:49:32.093-05:00Comments on Wimsey's Blog: Diary of a Manhattan Bloodhound: Wimsey's Blog: Diary of a Manhattan BloodhoundWimseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15858278619497589286noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257632014578413949.post-8784985154120086362008-06-29T07:47:00.000-04:002008-06-29T07:47:00.000-04:00The Zoom Groom has got my Mistress's attention, sh...The Zoom Groom has got my Mistress's attention, she's always faffing around dusting me, not sure if it's a botty wiper from your photo though, I s'pose I'll have to wait and see if she gets one.<BR/>Love 'n' snuffs<BR/>GeorgeGeorgeoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03911365381025568064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257632014578413949.post-57591908898240962592008-06-23T21:00:00.000-04:002008-06-23T21:00:00.000-04:00Hm. I don't think the Zoom Groom would be a match ...Hm. I don't think the Zoom Groom would be a match for me. My mom lost my rake and she has yet to get me a new one. I had many admirers this weekend in Washington DC, which has a very odd concept of dog parks. I was called a "horse" and also a "sheep" thanks to my lack of grooming. <BR/><BR/>My mom says she's going to try to get up to Central Park again this weekend, weather permitting (and if the planets are aligned). <BR/><BR/>Biggie-Z, the Relentlessly CurlyBiggie-Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08899011916463118409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257632014578413949.post-52728418728658460712008-06-21T10:15:00.000-04:002008-06-21T10:15:00.000-04:00I have to find one of those Zoom Grooms! My size ...I have to find one of those Zoom Grooms! My size is not as prodigious as yours, but I am working with you to prove that hounds do shed. My Mom used as "hound mit" which is a strange device that looks like a gardening glove with a pink rubber inlay. Hmmmmm ... not sure if I like it or not. So I have to tell you the BEST thing I did this morning -- after a walk to Starbucks for a plastic cup of ice (HUH???? that's all I get?) and a couple crumbs of an oatmeal bar -- I took a long, long drink of water. Then I positioned myself between the living room window and the coffee table, so the light was shining just right, and then I did a whole-head hound dog shake and SLOBBER went flying for 360 degrees, perfectly backlit by the morning sunshine. I clambered up onto the sofa and wiped my face off on the pillows. AHHHHHHHHHH you should have heard MOM shout. HEHEHEHEHEHE ... that was a three-paper towel job, which I watched with a smile.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11849813171885936972noreply@blogger.com