A bad day for my canine son

Ever since Arnie was 3 months old, my friend's sister has been his groomer. She does a terrific job on him, and takes good care of him. She loves him and he behaves beautifully when he is with her. Her shop is in Huntington, and I just didn't feel like dragging Nicky all the way there this time, so I made an appointment for Arnie at a local shop.

When I went to pick him up, he wasn't quite ready, and they asked me to wait outside. WHAT?! Why? I was so upset. What could they possibly have been doing to the dogs in there that I couldn't see??

After a few minutes they called me in through the window. Arnie was waiting for me and looked miserable. The woman who was holding me asked if he had ever been groomed before. I said yes, every six weeks, but always by a friend, before this time. She went on to tell me that he was nasty and vicious, bit without provocation, and had to be muzzled. I was shocked, and devastated. Anyone who has met Arnie can tell you that he is a happy, sweet dog, who has never even snapped at anyone. He must have been terrified to behave that way, and beyond terrified when he was muzzled.

I cried all the way home. When we got home, Arnold ran behind the couch and wouldn't come out for hours.

Needless to say, he WILL NOT be going back there.