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Day Of Beauty

I enjoyed going to see my groomer, this

was my favorite time. Lovely, lovely

lady who is on my “people I like” list. She

took excellent care of me when I went to

her salon. I would know days before that

I was going to be groomed. On that day,

which was usually a Saturday, I was up

early and ready for Bry’s mom to take me

there. At the salon, I was washed with a

sweet smelling shampoo and I also got

a conditioner, which made my hair silky

white. The groomer gave me a haircut,

which I liked and then she painted my

nails a hot, fiery red. Sometimes Bry

painted my nails, but I liked the way it

was done at my groomer’s. She did my

nails better. I even got a design on my

nails sometimes; a flower or a star.

When she was finished blow drying and

shaving me, she brushed my hair and put

bows in my hair. I was always asked what

color or design of bow I liked. I chose my

bows by winking my eyes. Now I was ready

to be picked up. A call was made and in a

couple of minutes, Bry’s mom arrived. She

would give them something and then my

groomer handed me over to her. I always

looked beautiful. Everyone at the salon

and Bry’s mom complimented me. On my

grooming days, I sat in the front seat of

the car. I didn’t growl at Bry’s mom but

sat quietly until we arrived home.

Once I arrived home, I would go to the

bedroom to admire myself in the mirror.

Oh my goodness, I looked GORGEOUS! I

went close up to the mirror, kissed myself

and then took two steps back and admired

myself again. With my nails polished and

two bows in my hair I was STUNNING!!!

I have to mention a situation that

happened a few months back. After that

day, Bry would never think of doing this

to me again.

Bry came home with a package.

She said to me, “FeeFee, I have a present

for you.”

Well I liked presents, but I wasn’t going

to like this particular one. She opened

the bag and pulled out a gadget that my

groomer used on me at her salon. Bry

took me down to the basement and said

she was going to give me a haircut. I was

not sure I could trust her with this one,

but I knew she was not going to hurt me.

She turned the gadget on and started to

glide it on my body. I saw my white hair

coming off. I did not think much of it

because I knew she was going to make me

look pretty.

Whoa! When I went upstairs to admire

myself in the mirror, I was Horrified.

My cut was uneven. I looked like a Mad

Woman; a Hot Mess. Bry laughed at me

and that made me angry, but I did not

react right away.

I waited for her to settle in and then went

crazy on her.