Every six weeks or so our Miniature Schnauzer, Bubba, has to go to a dog groomer in Heathfield to have his hair cut. It’s a bit of a trauma for the poor little lad. For one thing he always throws up on the journey, although never on the return He’s otherwise very well behaved, but he doesn’t like travelling very much. I don’t know what lotions they put on him while they are grooming him, but whatever it is acts as canine viagra to Dude, our Jack Russell. He usually spends the rest of the day trying to shag Bubba senseless. It’s quite comical to watch, as Bubba isn’t having any of it. He clearly takes after his father…