So Smokey Lonesome Ollie and The Red Man had a much-needed Day of Beauty today at our favorite spot on Devine Street which is not too far from Casa de Canterbury. As a matter of fact, we used to walk with Pretty when she took us to the Fluff ‘n Puff but of course the old woman Slow’s motto is why walk if you can ride in the Dodge Dakota.
Paw Licker Annie was supposed to go with us and God knows she needed a bath, but she had to go see Hottie Doc instead. Alas, PLA has licked herself into oblivion and now has countless pills, sprays and shampoos from my favorite vet who diagnosed her problemo which is Spanish for problem as a staph infection. Well, I hate to say I told you so but if you keep on lickin’ like a Timex watch keeps on tickin’ you’ll end up stricken. Heh, heh. My little poem for the night.
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Smokey Lonesome Ollie
And of course all my Sports Fans are wondering about Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea and the Spikester and I have to report that they don’t get to go for Days of Beauty and if you think about it for a second you’ll know why. They really aren’t Beauty Shop material, if you catch my drift.
At any rate, never underestimate the importance of looking good, as Granny Selma used to say. May she rest in peace and may we all survive the second half of 2012. Where does the time go?
Get me outta here, Percy…it’s almost the weekend and I think I’ll carry my handsome self to bed…adios, Sports Fans…thanks for hangin’ out with us.