Fish don't require: grooming, affection, hypoallergenic food, allergy shots and meds, or exercise. However, the cuddling is pretty awkward and soggy with them. So, I suppose dogs will do. Here is Annie pre and post hairapy. I'm also known as the Dog Hairapist. Not to be confused with the Dog Whisperer. Though I can be heard whispering or yelling thru clenched teeth: "Get over here!". Especially in the drying part of the styling process. I am only taking one for the team doing her hairapy because we finally bit the bullet and invested in a lawn/yard service. So...I'm saving the $50 (before tip) by doing dog hairapy at home. No, please don't call me or ask for my card. My dance card is full.
BEFORE
AFTER
Actually, the above is only about 1/2 of the hair/fur. The other 3/8 is clinging to my grass and blowing around the yard, and the final 1/8 is of course in my lungs. No more feathers and no more Grinchy feet. At least until fall. For now, we'd like to leave the yard outside, where it belongs.
Overall, Annie's a good sport. We went directly from this torture up to the shower. I nearly broke out in song at the fun of showering with my dog. But let me tell you--it's much easier showering together than hoisting her into a tub.
And then...I washed the wiener dog. Murphy is such a good sport. And more importantly, he's light and fits into a sink. That's a score. He's currently waiting on the laundry pile for me (I really should say "a laundry pile", rather than "the") to take his pampered bod upstairs for bed.
So I will. Because I'm tired. For after these reindeer games, to what should my wondering eyes should appear but a 5th grader with math homework. Decimals, metrics, and conversions, OH MY!
Lest you think this post is over, it's not. I wanted to give my friend Andrea a shout. She's a work at home mom who is a brilliant writer, and is offering an on line writing class. She lives in LA, and has worked "in the industry" for years. Check out her background info and class info here.
