My father has a Cocker Spaniel. A 50 lb Cocker Spaniel. Poor Charu should weigh about 20 lbs.
He dearly loves the dog, but is loving her to an early grave.
My Wife and I have two healthy dogs and two healthy cats. My Wife used to work for County Animal Control. Yep, a ‘Dog Catcher’. She has seen all types of animals, in all types of condition. And was on her colleges equestrian team. I’ve had dogs all my life. We know animals.
Whenever we visit my father, we do our best to take care of the poor dog. He doesn’t like it, but we put our foot down.
We have a special gym bag with all the necessary grooming equipment. The poor thing gets so matted that we end up using two electric clippers on her (not cheap toys, the real thing for dogs). They over heat. So we need two and switch off between them.
My dear Wife took the dog to get groomed many years ago. They shaved her. She needed shaved. My Dad was very upset. He said that the dog was embarrassed and will not allow us to take her to a groomer again. Well yeah. The dog is not embarrassed, my father is. The poor dog looked like an over stuffed sausage with legs. That I knick named her ‘Jimmy-Dean’ was probably not the best thing I could have said.
So now, my Wife and I do it. We can leave a little hair and not completely shave her. It’s a hell of a lot more work, but we do it.
The first time we clipped her (about 6 years ago) took us 9 hours. We where new at it. The poor thing was basically on big mat of hair. We can do it in about 3 hours now, if we keep up on her (twice a year is really the only opportunity we have).
We have talked to my Dad again and again about feeding the dog the proper food. Mostly, I think the dog lives on doughnuts, and take out. We buy him the proper food for the dog, and he will feed it to her, along with some pizza and General-tsa chicken. When we really put our foot down, he storms out, angry as can be.
With all that said, I don’t know what the hell to do. I sure as hell wouldn’t take the dog from my Dad. And the dog would never make it where I live unless it went on a diet first (lots of stairs and LOTS of deep snow).
It sucks.