We High Maintenance Girls
Today is our monthly nails appointment, Porque and I both go and get fixed up. My appointment is on one end of 21st Street and Porque's is at the other end. In my case, they just do toenails and fingernails, trim and polish, today with a new color for summer, a bit brighter than colors for other times in the year, Tokyo Coral.
In Porque's case, they give her a bath, clean out her ears, clip her toenails and polish them with sparkly gold paint, and then brush her teeth with chicken-flavored tooth paste. Clearly, Porque's appointment takes longer.
I kind of enjoy my nails appointment. They sit me in a vibrator chair and soak my feet in a hot tub for toes, rushing bubbles tingling around my feet. My hands get soaked. The girls in the shop laugh and talk about silly things. It's nice.
Porque, however, is always afraid that grooming will kill her. Each time we go to Groomingdales, she begins to shake as soon as we pull into the parking lot. When it's time to get out of the car, she opens her mouth as far as it will open, throws back her head, and she emits heartrending squalls of chihuahua woe. The people at the dog beauty parlor are super nice to her, but she doesn't think much of the idea of grooming. She doesn't know how lucky she is. Silly little squirrel.
Today at my appointment the girl working on me said that at home one time she tried to do her dog's nails and the dog ran amuck all over the house smearing toenail polish on chairs, carpet and sofas. The polish never came out. Clearly it's something to refer to a professional, not to be tried at home.
In Porque's case, they give her a bath, clean out her ears, clip her toenails and polish them with sparkly gold paint, and then brush her teeth with chicken-flavored tooth paste. Clearly, Porque's appointment takes longer.
I kind of enjoy my nails appointment. They sit me in a vibrator chair and soak my feet in a hot tub for toes, rushing bubbles tingling around my feet. My hands get soaked. The girls in the shop laugh and talk about silly things. It's nice.
Porque, however, is always afraid that grooming will kill her. Each time we go to Groomingdales, she begins to shake as soon as we pull into the parking lot. When it's time to get out of the car, she opens her mouth as far as it will open, throws back her head, and she emits heartrending squalls of chihuahua woe. The people at the dog beauty parlor are super nice to her, but she doesn't think much of the idea of grooming. She doesn't know how lucky she is. Silly little squirrel.
Today at my appointment the girl working on me said that at home one time she tried to do her dog's nails and the dog ran amuck all over the house smearing toenail polish on chairs, carpet and sofas. The polish never came out. Clearly it's something to refer to a professional, not to be tried at home.
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