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Thursday, November 06, 2014
Spoiled
Spoiled
You know you spoil your fur babies when they get “spa”
treatments more than you do.
Such is the case in our home-always has been. Our first cat, Snowy allowed me the honor of
doing her mani-pedis and loved being brushed.
Our first Lucky loved being brushed, but no way was I about to try doing
her nails-they were (like our latest Lucky) black. A chance I wasn’t about to take since one
millimeter to far could result in literal death.
Pepper and Sunshine wouldn’t let us do a mani/pedi, ear
cleaning or anything else for that matter.
My very first blog was about what Steve and I went through giving
Sunshine a shower. As she got older, no
way would I be able to get her up the stairs and into the re-modeled showplace
that was in our former abode.
Our little girl is a snap to bathe. I get out the special buttermilk conditioning
shampoo and clean up all 5-1/2 pounds of her in a plastic tub in the kitchen
sink. However, her nails are not going
to be done by me!
One of the first things we all noticed when Adam and Sam
found her in the wash was that whomever ceremoniously dumped her at her 8 months
of age-didn’t think to ever trim her nails!
Poor baby had trouble walking.
The worst part is that the veins in those nails were now
down to the very tips of the paws. The
vet had to stop the bleeding on several toes that first time. From then on, we make a standing appointment
to have them ground down every two months.
It’s a harrowing experience for us all. Lucky pulls out all the emotional stops of a
toddler getting a shot. Have you ever
seen a pup dig in to its mommy’s neck and whimper???
Not that I don’t understand.
My feet are so arthritic that I do NOT enjoy a pedicure myself. And I reserve manicures to when I have no
choice because I’m going on vacation or it’s time for the annual Holiday party
at Steve’s company. I believe I missed last
year’s “treat” because honestly, the thought of someone touching my hands and
pressing on them or moving my shoulder brought on an anxiety attack.
So I understand. But
it is now time for Lucky to have her imposed event.
I’m posting early because we are having a very busy holiday
weekend. My hope is that all our
military are safe and sound and that our honored vets receive the esteem they
so heartily deserve.
