I Feel Good, So Good, So Good….

I have already talked about the Grooming necessary, not once, not twice but four times a year to make me keep me top of the line beautiful.  Poor Momma, sometimes doesn’t get a hair cut even annually, because she rushes here and there, does this and that, takes care of the Hot Dog and Cool Cats.  No time for her own beautification –  the things you do for love…she says…she does!

Now I can not lead you astray,  sure, four times a year I get defurred (new untested, unrecognized word), clipped, trimmed, bathed, blow dried and all sorts of such things to make me look like a girlie-girl that loves pink.  But do you really think that is the beginning and end of my grooming?

Well then, you don’t know Momma, who is obsessive compulsive about cleanliness, in me, more than in the house, mind you and don’t tell anyone I told you that because there could be repercussions.

You see, every time, after a walk, she takes baby wipes and cleans my underbelly, paws and unmentionables.  I try to protest but it has such a cooling effect, I end up licking Momma’s fingers because it feels so good.

Of course it does not end there.  Every Friday (it’s not TGIF – more like OGIT – O God It’s Friday), out come the scissors, the tweezers and the toe nail clippers.  My fur grows so quickly, (probably Momma’s to blame due to that top of the line food she buys me when I would rather have table scraps) covering my eyes, blinding me in the process so that I need a weekly trim.  It is a very nerve-racking process because Momma is no Quick Draw McGraw. Patience is a virtue.

Next, Momma has to tweeze the forest of fur that grows in my ears.  I don’t enjoy the process but I love the results.  There is nothing more irritating and tickly than fur gone wild, especially for dogs with ear flaps.  If Momma does not  tweeze the fur out, I have to stick my furry little clawed paw, down, down to silence the itch at its’ source. As I roll on my back, my paw toenails inserted in my ear lobes, scratching to beat the banjo, Momma and Wonder Boy laugh.  It is not so funny to me!

Next come those toe nail clipper.  I am scared of thunder and lightening…oh and toe nail clippers in Momma’s hands.  Better she use the pumice bar and nail files on me.  It is not enjoyable to have your nails filed but …then again it is not life threatening.

After all these indignities, it is time for either a wipe down with a soapy cloth and a rinse or a full-scale bath – not my favourite choices but by now I am waiting to be finished so I can get my treat.  Finally it is towel time, a good rub down with a fleecy towel, brushing, massaging in some beauty products, hair blowing (since day one, I like the warm air  making me dry).  Then just a little Chanel powder to make me smell like the Diva Senorita I am. Treat time has arrived but first I hop on the couch , roll around and around, shoving my head under the pillows, hoping to alleviate that I smell like a posy of flowers.  Momma has to get the brush back out to make me look like the proud Havanese that I am.

Okay, now, bring on the treat I have been waiting for – the teeth brushing bones which I devour, as if I hadn’t already had breakfast and scavenged food from the cats. I know, you are saying something like, ‘Huh? That’s a treat?’ 

But I got to tell you, I feel good, so good, so good….and I am just thankful I don’t have to go through this again until next Friday.