So on Thursday I was taken on a nice long walk under false
pretenses. Thelma & I walked right
past the bagel shop & into the vet’s office, where I was led to the
groomer’s chamber of horrors. I was
scrubbed, blow dried, shaved & plucked w/in an inch of my life. Thelma & Louise cooed over me all weekend
& said I smelled sooo good. I
smelled fine before the trip to the groomer’s--I had no trouble breathing! And today Mary Ann Horrigan Schwarz gave me a
post-walk treat that both T&L agreed made my breath smell decent--“for a
change.” I know! I can’t help but feel insulted.
But I gotta admit: I look great and my fur is soapy-smelling, which people find pleasing. And a fur cut makes my waist look much
slimmer. It really is true: you have to
suffer to be beautiful.
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