So, although these are precious photos of Dolce, and a lovely photo of my mother! ~ here's how the groomer experience went: I went to pick him up, he ran right past me...out the door...and onto the street towards oncoming traffic. Its an absolute miracle that he was not hit. It was frightening, but also a classic Dolce move because my mother wasn't there and he is always looking for her! This time it almost got him killed. I ran after him which of course only made him run faster. He stopped in the street and I grabbed him. He is home. He is safe. And he is doing some thinking about his actions. What I learned: leash him before he comes out of the grooming room. Precious baby. He is so sweet. He loves my mom (more then me and I have come to accept that) Who can blame him? She's a fabulous lady!