This Maltese is a Better Dog Than I

This Maltese at the Westminister Show this week, is a more patient, image-obsessed, and goal-oriented dog than I am. I would never sit or stand there and let that happen to me.

Of course, there are times, like now, when it is obvious that I'm in need of some clipping and shaping. But seeing as I hate to go to the groomer (or Spa, as Herself now calls it ... thinking I don't know the difference between the two words) Herself has put it off.

But, a visit is coming soon and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm delighted when it's over and I get out of there and breath the fresh New York City air walking back home. I begin to relax.

I'm all Girl but I don't get all bent out of shape about hairdressing and nail clipping. It's just hearing Herself say things like "You look like a fright" or "It's time to pay a visit to the Spa" that I know I must gather my inner core together and do it.

OK! Let's get it over with!

Meanwhile, I'll wait by the door and compose myself by silently doing a mantra: "I will enjoy it", "I will enjoy it", I will enjoy it", until I convince myself. NOT!