Stripping a Border Terrier is no small task, especially because most of them hate it and thus turn into Napoleonic a-holes who protest every single hair removed. While it’s by no means a relaxing day at the spa to have your old, dead hairs pulled out with a stripping knife, I’m pretty sure that dogs bred to have mean and nasty wild creatures bite them as they wrestle in underground tunnels can handle it. But what do I know.
I’ve been rather lazy over the last few
weeks months I’d rather not say, so Wally went from needing a good roll to needing his entire coat stripped to the baby-soft brown beneath. Isn’t it interesting how his base coat is brown but his topcoat is mostly black? I’m so glad he’s retained his dark coloring. Anyway, I’ve found that the best way to retain my sanity is to groom him in stages. After 30-45min I get irritated with his whining and jumping around; it’s such a pain to groom a dog who won’t cooperate. It’s especially bad when we get to the back end, which is his least favorite part. Ugh, just writing about it makes me dread what still lies ahead. As you can tell from the pix below we’re saving the best for last.