I dread grooming my dog. He doesn't like it, but he behaves. Sadly, he always looks like the Insane Clipper Artist attacked him. He never looks good, no matter how many clippers I buy, how many books I read, how many videos I watch. No one except the dog will let me get near them with scissors or clippers because I am a menace.
This time around, I am going to take him to a groomer after the mess I make has had time to grow out.
We have 3 dogs. They follow me everywhere, and are always in the way. I feed them, refill their water bowls several times a day, clean up after them if one or two of them decide to scoop water out the bowls during the day, feed them, brush and comb them, stay up during long nights of thunderstorms to comfort them, bake them cookies. I respond when they bark (which is often) because they come and get me.
In return, they love me. I am greeted many times a day by dogs who act like that is the first time they've seen me in years, and I am the best thing ever. They are fun, funny, and super cuddly. Cousin's two dogs are happy to have a mom again (Cousin's wife died 5 years ago).
It does not exhaust me.