Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-06-19 10:35 PM
Poo Waddles.
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Today a big auto comes up the driveway and parks. Before we know what is happening, Poodle and I are inside the big auto, which turns out to be a beauty salon on wheels. It belongs to Ida. Ida is very nice. She snips, snips, snips at Poodle, trimming all her tangles that I been making when we play together. I am in a bathtub all soaped up while Ida works her magic, and then it is Labrador’s turn. When Labrador settles into the water, she cannot stop her tail, and she swishes water everywhere while Ida tries to bathe her. Labrador is so happy. I am happy, too, even though I do not like my nails to be cut, and I do not like them filed. I might like them polished, but my People do not seem so inclined. Poodle is happiest, I am sure, as she is trimmed and her face is shaved and she has a little poof of sheep’s hair on top of her head. And a cotton ball on her tail. And she has no hair on her butt. And tonight I pay more attention to the two of them, and I see that Labrador does not walk, she struts, and, as for Poodle, well, Poo waddles.
I am the only normal dog in my house, and yet I am extraordinary. And so, I suppose, are Labra and Poo. Tonight we are all squeaky clean and do not smell like dogs. But there’s tomorrow.
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