February 5th, 2007

padfoot standing

The Gods Must Be Crazy

Or I must be.

I'm actually going to get Padfoot.. groomed. My lovable, frumpy, hair-in-his-eyes fraggle of a muppet is going to look distinguished and handsome. This may be the only time I ever do this, but I want to see what he looks like.

The first place I called, Bloomingtails, says it takes about four hours, and you have to make an appointment weeks in advance if you need to come in on a Saturday. They cut, clean, and polish their nails. They groom, they bathe, they groom again, and then they do bows, and spritz him with perfume. Are you kidding? No. No no no. I will stand up for Padfoot's sexuality. I will not force him to go through that.

PetSmart sounded much better. We'll be going in on Saturday at 1:30. They'll cut his nails and groom his coat, pull out his ear-hair and express his anal glands. No bows, no perfume, no polish. Perfect.
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