Our lives revolve around a fat, stubborn bundle of hair that wheeze, snort and snore, loudly. And we love her to bits, from her flat, skin-folded muzzle to the piggy tail.
Every couple of months, Pooch needs to be bathed. After trying the do-it-yourself way at home, we realized that it was not the ideal situation. Besides being heavy, she ran around like a possessed dog afterwards, trying out the I-wanna-be-dry-in-an-instant way, shaking a shower of water all over us and then rolling on the nearest surface – cement, soil, grass or carpets. So we decided to let her go to the parlour, which in our case is the vet’s surgery, where she receives from a facial, mani- and pedicure to a reverse-facial (skin folds treated, nails cut and anal glands expelled.) If you have a Pug child, this becomes part of your lifestyle. The excursion takes a whole day, as they let her dry in the sun. Her mom, B, being anxious by nature, is even more hyped-up on such a day, as it involves lots of travelling and of course, too much time away from her apron strings (metaphorically speaking, she would not be caught dead in an apron!) And of course it is traumatic for Remi, who is super-glued to mom’s ankles whenever she is at home, which is most of the time.
So when madam found a flyer advertising a mobile dog grooming parlour, she was elated. A visit was booked early in the year, so Pooch could enter 2016 in style.
The funky purple and green minivan arrived on time and they hooked up the hose pipe and plugged in the power cord to an electrical outlet. I handed over a bedraggled-looking Remi.
The guy who took over my precious bundle, was gentle and skilled and soon Pooch was in the basin, being scrubbed, shampooed and dipped from muzzle to tail. She took all this manhandling in silence, but probably cursing us to the nether regions of Lucifer’s reign.
She was gently dried with towels (our own) by an assistant and then blow-dried, something she had never experienced before, but which she endured with only a few soft, whimpering curses.
In the meantime, a neighbour had come over to have a look and Remi had to suffer the added insult of being gaped at and discussed, while I of course took photos for the family album, adding insult to, well, wet dog.
Afterwards she was gently returned to me, ignoring me totally, but running to mom’s heels as soon as she could, all forgiven.
Now she will have a regular visit by the mobile parlour scheduled. Indignity does not last long against feeling like a Top Dog.
Note: Pugs originated in China, dating back to the Han dynasty (B.C. 206 to A.D. 200). Some historians believe they are related to the Tibetan Mastiff. They were prized by the Emperors of China and lived in luxurious accommodations, sometimes even being guarded by soldiers. Figures. They are precious.
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