Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Finally, Mr. Handsome replaces Mr. So-So! We haven’t had Spa Day in a month because of “You Know Who.” Jet. What? You know. Ok, Mom. JJ arrived during my off weekend with an ear infection. Understandable. Then, she couldn’t get wet because she had a terrible sinus infection, which required a shot, Cipro, a culture and lots of tissues. Next, we had to wait because we endured our monthly application of Frontline this Tuesday. Mom insists on putting showers aside until four WHOLE days after application. Jet, I do that because the instructions say for best results… I already found a tick on JJ’s back when combing her. Can you imagine trying to find a tick or flea in your rich, fluffy, onyx coat? I guess I understand better now, Mom.
I almost forgot our routine. We enter the spa with our towels ready on the counter. Mom begins our detangle-brush-comb-out session. I
hope suggest JJ go first (see Jet, the Gentleman.) She takes all of four minutes; that girl should do commercials! Mom brushes my whole body, and then uses the flea comb to remove stickers and undercoat. She does this flip thing like in rodeos to repeat same on other side. Mom showed JJ all the fur she removed and wondered how I have any left. (It’s a gift… no Hair Club for Men for this guy!) JJ and I received our special “spa day only” treats as we entered the shower. I tried to stretch my body onto the glass door to make my escape unwind.
After water temperature adjustments, I, Jet, the Gentleman,
prayed recommended Mom wash JJ first. JJ seemed surprised but rapidly got into the swing of her Spa Treatment. Again, she finished in record speed. Of course, she stayed still whereas I continuously trotted around the square perimeter of the stall. I believe keeping Mom alert and focused helps her stay healthy. Mom used Koko’s towel for JJ and I retained my navy blue plush one. JJ rolled around on the tile floor like a creature with an incurable, traveling itch. Miss Show Off dried rapidly, unlike my four hours. Perhaps JJ stashed a K9 hair dryer somewhere… hmmmm…. She does smell lovely in lavender, though.
We unexpectedly played in Dixie’s yard at night; stickers clinging to us like magnets. Mom had to do the whole detangle-brush-comb-out session again. She’s a good sport. (Thanks Jetty.)
Another great and Green Tea/Rosemary scented day.