Ginger was ok in the end. She's only the third groomer I've ever had. There was Karl, of course, who I always went to in Atlanta and the other was a lady who cut my belly during the first haircut of my life. Mommy says she's the reason I get so scared but I've always hated the buzzing of the shaver and the screaming from the blow-drier too.
But I think Ginger is going to be my favorite because she asked mommy if she should blow dry me and I was grateful when mommy said to just let me dry off naturally like we do at home. There was nothing I could do about the buzzing of the shaver though, Ginger said my hair was too matted to cut so it had to be completely shaved off! Lucky it didn't take too long: