A little about me.........
As a young girl I spent every possible hour I had free with my granddad, he was a huge lump of a man, his hair tightly curled and his trousers held up by a belt and braces just to be sure, he had a fantastic sense of humour was a font of knowledge (although he'd have me believe) he was and will forever be my best friend, although that's wasn't why I choose to spend so much time with him......My grandad was a farmer!!!
My days with my granddad were spent mucking out the pigs, bedding down the cattle and feeding the numerous cats and dogs he had, I was in my absolute element and this is where it all began, I believe that as a young child I was destine in one way or another to work with animals, I would spend hours on end trying to catch the feral kittens that had signs of cat flu to make them better and my mum often talks about the time I bought home a friends bold hamster and would put Vaseline on its skin every day to keep his skin moist and get his fur to re grow, she would also say about the time I was 13 and collecting eggs at a local chicken farm and bought home a sick chicken whom I hid in my bedroom for a week with out them knowing so I could nurse it back to health.
My love of all animals has been something that has defined me since a very early age but my love of dogs especially is something that over powers the rest. At the age of 11 my mum came home one day with a severely neglected newfoundland which she paid £30 for, an elderly man had owned her and because she was so big and strong he would belt her with a stick if she pulled on the lead. My mum approached him and gave him a ultimatum she either came to live with us or she would report him to the rspca.......needless to say she came home with my mum (mum reported him all the same). She was named Puddles ( because of the huge puddles she would leave when she did a wee!) we called her Puds for short, she was a beautiful girlie and a monster of a size, ill never forget my dads face when he came in from his lorry driving job and was confronted with her at the front door!
Now Puds had issues her back end was in a horrendous state it was hairless scabby and weeping with open wounds where she had previously been beaten and she was not prepared to let any one touch it with out having there hands off!
We took her to the vets and they prescribed her with some steroid cream to clear the skin up......this was going to be fun! In the first day she had bitten my mum, my dad & my granddad the poor dog was just in so much pain. So I decided I would sit with her and stroke her and try and get her used to me touching her all over avoiding her back end, it took me 2 days of being patient and not pushing or forcing it but eventually she would let me apply the cream. Right up to the age of 11 when she died if any one other than me touched her back end she would have them! This is when I realised that a bond between a dog and its special human was something that no one could push or force because ultimately the dog would choose who he or she would befriend.
I apply this approach with all my clients dogs in one way or another, we have puppies that find the whole grooming experience frightening and just need some positive reassurance and to be shown there is no threat and they some come around, we have dogs that don't like there feet being touched who on the first day I can perhaps only manage a foot rub, but by there 3rd visit I am clipping there claws.
My point to this whole essay is that our working ethic is that we don't get angry and force the impossible we would rather take our time, produce a good groom, give the dog a good experience as well as developing that all important bond, We really do treat your dog as one of our own and make the welfare and health of your dog our ultimate priority.