Yesterday was a big day for Ginger. I made her an appointment at the spa. Her scraggly brown fur curled up over her collar. Hair grew out between her toes and she'd permanently scarred visitors to our home with her sharp nails. Plus she'd been terrorizing the construction workers building the house next door. She was being just a little over protective. It was time for some pampering!
A trip to the doggie spa starts with a ride in the car which is always exciting. Ginger loves to stick her little nose out the window. We can't open the window very far. She's been known to jump out if given the chance. Trust me, Marley can't hold a candle to Ginger!! Whatever he did, Ginger can do better! We dropped her off without incident, thank goodness.
Richard went to pick her up after a couple hours. He opened the back door to let her in the house. She paused for a second to look for me, tried to get traction on the tile floor, then scooted full force across the room at break neck speed. I turned my head waiting for the bundle of love that was headed my way. Ginger jumped into my lap, every inch of her body in motion, slobbering kisses all over my face.
"Look at me, Mommy! Look at me!" she said to me.
"You're so pretty." I told her over and over. It is so funny how dogs know when they've done something special.
She hopped down, ran about five laps around the house and settled in her favorite spot on the sofa.
She spent the rest of the day there. At bedtime, she curled up in the crook of my arm and fell sound asleep. Gorgeous Ginger was pooped. All that girlie maintenance is exhausting, even for a dog.
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