pet grooming | WEGGIEBOY'S BLOG by Doug Thomas

Andy and Dougy had a morning at the kitty spa yesterday, and came back smelling and looking pretty nice!

Of course, once I released them at home, their first job (after running away from me) was to reclaim their identities by applying lots of cat spit all over and rubbing against things to get their kitty stink going again. So cute!

And I caught them sniffing each other’s butts: “Is that you, brother?!” “Yes, I think so, though I don’t recognize my smell.”

Andy’s lookin’ good!

So’s my other main cat, Dougy!

Another look at Andy’s new teddy bear cut.

In this shot, it’s easier to see how the teddy bear cut looks. Dougy is one hot kitty!

Yes, the boys’ groomers report they were good boys again!That’s all I ask.

When I took Andy and Dougy in for their appointment at the groomers the 9th, Vic, the woman who cuts my hair, arrived at the same time I did. Her Yorkie had an appointment that morning, too.

We showed off our pets to each other, and I noted I took Andy and Dougy in for grooming every other month, the irony of which wasn’t lost on Vic: If she sees me once ever six months for an appointment, it’s a small miracle. In case she didn’t catch the irony (which of course she had!), I mentioned this odd priority that guides me to Murphy’s Grooming Salon for the boys, but not hers for my haircut.

“Yes, I ought to make an appointment,” I said, and she agreed we needed to do something about that Zeke the Trapper aura I projected with my wild hair.

...because tomorrow the bogeyman's catching you and taking you to see Dr. David!

Sometimes these accidental snapshots offer a clue to my appearance, which, honestly, I seem oblivious to when I look at myself in a mirror.

Appointment made, I got the bush cut short yesterday. Why I wait so long I don’t know. My hair always feels good (oddly) after a haircut by a good hairdresser, which Vic definitely is. I let her decide how to cut it, how short, then leave a nice tip because she always gives me more than my money’s worth. Besides, by now, after all these years, I count her as a friend.

I pointed out all the Sasquatch sightings in the Nebraska Panhandle would slow down again now that she trimmed me up and made me as pretty as I can be made. It’s an on-going joke, though the Sasquatch sightings in Western Nebraska always do slow down after I get a haircut. Go figure.

Another aspect of my odd priority popped up in conversation. I spend $100 every other month on the boys’ grooming plus a nice tip since I am very pleased with their groomers and their consistently great job trimming up the boys in the now standard teddy bear cut. I spend $30 every six months (or so) on my own grooming, which includes the cost of cutting my hair plus a nice tip. That is to say, I spend $600 a year getting haircuts for cats, but exactly one-tenth that, $60, on my own haircuts!

An odd priority.