Groooooming...

However... every Now & Then... leaving behind sensations of Fritto-Lays corn-chips, I occasionally have to set The Dog straight regarding his Personal Appearance etc... though mostly his stink. Can he not resist The Temptation to drape himself on a concrete side-walk while I use the ATM?
Let's go right to Our Short Scene...














Moses! Excuse me, but, you have vociferously bad Weimaraner odours. You need a groooooming!

This entails the following regimen...
1. I lead The Dog outside to brush him with a rubber-studded mitten. This may be too S & M for some but, for The Dog, it is Paradise on Earth. He arches his back right & left, lets out a Weimaraner groan of delight and... at times... his tongue flops in & out with... Yes! I have to say it... Ecstasy!!!
Then...
2. We return inside for the Apple-Vinegar Whipe. The Dog HATES this. He bolts for il suo posto... a Contractural Out-of Bounds... and one of two such beds in our two floor loft-open-space appartmento. Nonetheless, the vinegar is the only product which restores The Dog's canine pelt to its original lustrous Weimaraner Glow & Feel, though the residual odour leaves much to desire, competition to his previous stink.
And...
3. The Dog is rubbed-down with his Special Towel... a multi-color Egyptian cotton towel bought for the whopping price of Euro 2.90 at a local street-market. The Dog adores this.
Finally...
4. I have to give him a Treat. Without this Final Step, I fear The Dog would rebel. Thank God, he cannot hide underneath a sofa. Gads.