Our
bitches went to the salon recently for some much-needed grooming. The
below picture should give some indication as to why this might be the case:
Human
bitches generally enjoy going to salons (pampering is good for the
soul)...but not these bitches. They employ the
wide-eyed-freeze-in-motion-refuse-to-budge mechanism as soon as they
realize where they are.
“Cruel trickery! We thought we were going to the beach! We don’t care if strangers mistake us for miniature, barking sheep!”
Four
hours and 100 euro later, they are trimmed, primped and fluffed -- and
smell so good, I spend the rest of the evening with my nose buried in
their soft, dog-deodorant-scented fur. It lasts about three days before
they find something dead or fecal to roll in. I sigh, M rants about
how “irrational” they are (um, they’re dogs? it’s a biological,
Darwinian imperative that they roll joyfully in fox poo) and we repeat
the process three months later...
Still, for those few hours/days immediately after -- I might be biased -- they are pretty much THE MOST ADORABLE 4-LEGGED CREATURES IN ALL OF IRELAND, wouldn't you agree?
And for the record? If they even look at a pile of fox poo, I’m taking away their pocket money and buying a Roomba (be afraaaaid, Bitchez, be very afraid.)
