Hi G-Fans!
Well, we finally got our mani/pedicures.
Not exactly what it should have been. I though there might be some soothing music playing. Some warmed towels wrapped around our feet. Lotion rubbed into our paws. Maybe an all-over massage.
No, none of that.
No sipping a delightful beverage.
No magazines to peruse.
Nope.
Wham. Bam. Off with the keratin.
No ceremony.
No cozy relaxing.
Nails ripped off our toes.
No filing or painting or shaping.
Chop chop.
That is it.
Ask Snagglepus, he says he got it worst of all.
I heard the concierge telling him to not dare bite her and that she was trying to make his footsies feel better. To hear him tell it she became an evil force of darkness when the clippers were in her hands. I don't think so, but she was all business about it.
On top of that, after doing our nails she had the audacity to clean the couches and replace our very ripe, delightfully ripe, towels that cover our beds. And she sprayed that stuff that counteracts the lovely aroma of our butts! Ugh!
Ask Snagglepus, he says he got it worst of all.
I heard the concierge telling him to not dare bite her and that she was trying to make his footsies feel better. To hear him tell it she became an evil force of darkness when the clippers were in her hands. I don't think so, but she was all business about it.
On top of that, after doing our nails she had the audacity to clean the couches and replace our very ripe, delightfully ripe, towels that cover our beds. And she sprayed that stuff that counteracts the lovely aroma of our butts! Ugh!
And our walk. Don't get me started on that!
Not only did we wait until it was raining steadily, but we made sure there were plenty of pond-sized puddles and aggressive drivers rounding the neighborhood corners like they were driving the Belgium Grand Prix or the Indy 500 too. We had to jump out of the way at least three times so none of us caught the front of the chrome-like plastic bumpers.
We were dripping and drenched upon our return home. So, we now wait for our cookies, while the torrential downpour continues to gather force pelting the rain onto our windows and doors.
All I can say is there better not be any picture taking activity. I don't need the state of my hair to be recorded. It would be quite horrifying.
I am ready to retire into the royal boudoir any time now. Wet or not. I want my cookie and soft bed.
Enough said!
May you have a spare set of clean, dry duds at all times in the event of unexpected situations.
TTFN!
-G
We were dripping and drenched upon our return home. So, we now wait for our cookies, while the torrential downpour continues to gather force pelting the rain onto our windows and doors.
All I can say is there better not be any picture taking activity. I don't need the state of my hair to be recorded. It would be quite horrifying.
I am ready to retire into the royal boudoir any time now. Wet or not. I want my cookie and soft bed.
Enough said!
May you have a spare set of clean, dry duds at all times in the event of unexpected situations.
TTFN!
-G
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