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:Here are your prompts for today:
Write about a new discovery
rejoice in the burns
“That wasn’t supposed to happen…”
TAKE A BITE, FICTIONEERS!
Non-fiction:
Free Range Grooming
I think I invented a new thing: free range poodle grooming. It's not terribly efficient--okay, not in the least bit efficient. Of course, it didn't help that the poor girl hadn't been properly groomed for a long time. Brush, yes. But truly cut? No. It's winter, I rationalized. She needs the insulation. Silly me. The dog likes to sit outside in subfreezing temperatures. So it was time to give her an actual haircut. I figured an hour, tops. Six hours later, I called it.
It was the free range part that made it take so long. That and the fact that I was learning on the job. I blocked off the deck (beautiful day for it) and went to work. Professional grooming has gotten too expensive, so I needed to learn how to do it myself. I spent a lot of time on her feet with tiny scissors while she napped. Every time she changed positions, I worked on whatever body part was available to me. She jumped into one chair. Then she decided to lay on the deck floor. Then her favorite chair. She got plenty of treats. She looks better than she did, and there are no mats, no tiny balls of dried mud between her toes, and I think she is a couple of pounds lighter. Bonus: the birds have a lot of soft apricot poodle hair for their nest.
Fiction:
Maggie's tale
I love my mom. She takes me for long walks and lets me lay on her bed when she reads. If I'm very good she even lets me lick her plates after she eats dinner. I'm not very good very often, though. I can't help it; people food just smells so good!
The one thing I really don't like is when she combs me. The comb is cold and it pulls, even though I know mom is careful. I just have a lot of hair! Today she went outside on the deck (I love it out there) with an armload of things, including dried sweet potatoes, my favorite treat. Then she plugged in the noisy thing I remember from the hair cutters at the dog spa. I tried to leave, but the exit was blocked. That wasn't supposed to happen!
Mom started to cut my hair with the noisy thing, but I could tell it wasn't doing much. I tried walking away, but she just followed me. So I jumped in a chair and she started cutting the hair on my feet. I HATE that. But I was stuck, so I decided to take a nap.
When I woke up I thought it would be over with, but mom turned on the noisy thing again. This time she used her hands as a guide. The thing cut my hair but never touched my skin. That made it bearable, but she kept going and going. I thought she would never finish. The dog spa never took that long. Of course, they also put me in a cage when they weren't working on me. At home I at least have the whole deck.
I took another nap in the sunshine and when I woke up mom was stretching her back . I felt lighter. The air actually reached through my hair and cooled me off. I stood long enough for mom to do some touch ups, although I let her know that I did not appreciate her holding my leg while she worked. She finally decided she was done--YAY. I ran down to the yard and zoomed around, I told my friend in the next yard all about my day.
I hope mom just takes me for a walk tomorrow.
This is so sweet! What a great idea to write from your dogs pov!