The place seems empty today, as Miss Scarlett is at the Vet's getting her new 'do until about 4:00. " 'Do" in her case involves what is called a "lion cut": very closely trimmed except for her legs, tail, and head, which requires being knocked out. I think it looks like a Poodle done up for a show. It makes her look ridiculous for a couple of months--she's less than half normal size, but I'm the only one who gets to see her that way, as she hides from company regardless of her state. And, even if I had a camera, she insists there be no photographic evidence.
The grooming is necessary in that her fur is so long and thick it becomes tightly matted despite any brushing she will allow, which becomes an irritant. It is especially bad around her neck and throat/ chest, which she begins to scratch constantly; this is the sign she's as ready as I am to "git her done." (Not very in either case)
It is a semi-annual reminder how much I miss her when she's not around. Whatever did I do before she came?
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Aw, poor Miss Scarlett. Well, it's 4:00 now. I hope both she and you are doing okay.
Might be a wine and catnip kind of night, huh?
So far. :)
Miss Scarlett, are you all right? Will there be a picture of you on your human's blog?
Enjoy the wine and catnip, you two.
CATNIP! Thank you for the reminder! I am with you in spirit on this one but our Miss Taffeta has to put up with home-made haircuts, poor thing...
Scarlett puts up with no kind of home made; if she's getting a 'do, she demands drugs.
She looks so disproportionate: tail, head, and legs normal size, with the rest shrunk by half or more. She looks like a punk squirrel, poor baby.
Tag you are it. Blame it on Padre Mickey!
Also, um, Johnie...I note that my blog is NOT on your blogroll...
I put on deodorant everyday...I swears....
And youu were gonna tell me when? Ya whippersnappers think CRS is a joke: dadgum young'uns.
And right after ya tagz meh!
Miss Scarlett! How they work their way into our hearts. I feel the same way about Booboo, although he requires no special grooming.
It really is the four legged inhabitants that make a house a home.
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