Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Four Letter Word

 Today I accomplished the 2 things I really hate doing.  I bathed the dog and colored my hair.  They are both messy and time consuming especially since Gracie's become more shaggy (and I've become more gray).  It takes me an hour to dry Gracie.  It went real well.  Gracie was a good sport and surrendered nicely when I scooped her up from her comfy spot on the chair and plopped her down in the tub of nice warm water. 

gracie and me - all better

Dear Diary,
Today was one of the worse days of my life.  I thought I was safe from abuse in my own home but obviously I was wrong.   Out of nowhere, the nag mom submerged me in cold soapy water and started scrubbing me hard and spraying water in my face.  She called me dirty, disgusting, and beyond hope...  then she doused me with more water.  

The soap tasted funny and I thought I was going to toss my morning cookie....

She took me into the back room then, where she tortured me for probably about 215.5 hours by holding this big noisy thing over me and hot air blew on my face and body.  When she was finished, she ignored me and went back into the bathroom where she put strong smelly stuff on her hair.  I pulled her good sandal from her closet and tried to tear it to pieces... I WAS SO MAD!  But she came running out of the bathroom yelling 'Gracie!  What are you doing? What's got into you?  What is your problem?'  
I'm sorry. But to me...  BATH is a four letter word I'd rather not hear.  Somebody needed to pay! Gracie.