Beauty Parlor Day

Megan looked a bit muscle sore from her weekend adventures so we just had a beauty parlor day. A good grooming and some very minimal mane pulling to keep everyone happy and sweet. Miss Megan HATES to have her mane pulled and it is escalating instead of getting better. I usually try to pull a little bit every few days but she goes psycho girl at the hint of a back comb.

I usually just pull from the bottom and go up and down the mane with quick tugs. She stands for that pretty well. I got a tip on using latex gloves to save your fingers and a couple pair managed to find their way into my purse during a hospital visit this weekend. ;-) (Hey I'm sure the cost of the ankle wrap they sent home with us will be inflated enough that they won't miss a glove or two.) If it works, I'll spring for a box and go that route.

It occurred to me last night that even though I don't have human children, the "kids" that I do have are finding ways to make me pay for my youthful misbehaviors. I was a pretty good kid, but I typically got in trouble for one of two things: 1.) talking back (there's a surprise Honey) and 2.) wiggling when my hair was getting brushed. Satchmo, our Welsh Corgi, has the talking back covered and Megan has the wiggling (and thrashing and rearing and throwing herself into a tantrum) down over her hair care regime! Unfortunately she doesn't see the error of her ways just from smacking her fanny with a hair brush!

The first time we clipped her it took two people and a healthy dose of drugs. She still struggled like crazy and growled like a dog the whole time. That was over a year ago and she's much larger now. Fortunately she no longer objects to the clippers being within 5 feet of her person and will actually let me clip her muzzle and throat latch, but woe be unto you if you go for the ears. I'm not giving up and there's always chemistry to fall back on. Those ears are MINE.