Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Chou Chou at the Joseph Cozza Salon

It's very hot here this week, over 100 degrees. I was going to San Francisco for a haircut, and I was worried about leaving Chou here all afternoon and early evening with nothing to do for so many hours. 
In cooler weather, the dog walker could come in the afternoon, but it's too hot today. So I decided to take her on my trip. It would be an interesting day for her, and the weather would be cool there.

My hair stylist is French and when he learned last year that I  had a briard puppy, he asked me to bring her; he loves briards from his childhood. He said lots of the clients bring their dogs (although I have never seen any there). 

I know she rides well in the car, after taking her home on the long trip from Ventura, but I was apprehensive. I wasn't sure how she would do in the city and in the salon. Could she sit quietly? And I'd have to walk her past the front desk, into the elevators, and past the sign-in desk at the Four Seasons Hotel. I couldn't hide her. The salon said it would be okay, but what would I say at the desk if they questioned me?   ("Tell them I need a haircut.") 

But I didn't have a bit of trouble. I just walked in looking like we belonged there. And she was great! Sebastien was so happy I brought her. He kept thanking me. And he liked talking to her in French. ("I liked that very much!")

We walked around Union Square for a while afterwards. I heard a passerby tell his friend, "That dog needs a haircut!" The cool weather was delightful ... and then we came home to 103 degrees. ("I did not like that at all!")

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