I think Ollie knew he was going to the groomer this morning. He avoided me before hand and the moment I grabbed my keys he was nowhere to be found. However, the house isn’t all that big and there are only so many places he could possibly be, so he was found and taken to Petco. When we got to the door for the grooming area at Petco, Ollie stopped in his tracks, did everything he could to pull the leash backwards towards the front door but he forgets he is only 7 lbs and all I had to do was scoop him up and continue to walk. When we get in there, he is literally clinging to my arm with his front paws, shaking out of control. And me? ME? I am pathetic and near tears telling the woman what I want done. I hate leaving him there. There are no pictures on the walls, it isn’t all that happy looking, it’s painted boring brown. I just feel bad for the poor little man. If I am this pathetic about leaving my dog at the groomers, I can only imagine how I am going to be on my *hypothetical* kids’ first day of school. Man.