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First, I would like to thank one of my recently new blog readers Debi, for giving me the idea for this post.

(she's a VERY funny lady)

Debi and I were sharing on the previous post, about how ironic it is that our pets always seem to "sense" when we’re getting ready to do something for them, that they don’t enjoy.

Such as: taking a bath, brushing their teeth, or clipping their nails.

It was the clipping of the NAILS that caused me to remember something that I would like to share with you.

So thanks, Debi!

I once had an aunt who had a dog named, Bon-Bon.

Bon-Bon was a HUGE…and I mean HUGE all-black standard size poodle.

And if you ever saw Bon-Bon, you would totally understand WHY this name fit the dog perfectly.

My aunt would always have the dogs’ hair clipped in about 50 bon-bon shaped PUFFS all over it’s body.

The dogs HEAD was a bon-bon; it’s EARS were bon-bon; it’s PAWS were a bon-bon; the tip of it’s TAIL was a bon- bon…

…even it’s ASS was a bon-bon!

The dog looked like a four-legged walking bag of black COTTON BALLS.

And not only did my aunt have the dogs hair coiffed, but she also had it’s nails painted with doggie nail polish.

And we’re not talking subtle color, here.

We’re talking FUCHSIA and ROYAL BLUE.

(talk about OVER-kill)

And what was really creepy, was that she never had Bon-Bons' nails trimmed…so it always looked as though the dog was wearing fuchsia DAGGERS.

You always knew when Bon-Bon was approaching, because you’d hear those hideous nails, CLIPPING across the tile floor like some horrifying Stephen King novel.

Now the most interesting part of this story…

…is the fact that Bon-Bon was a HE.

And if you stood back and looked at him, in all his male glory….

…he looked like a poster child for Gender-Bender Canines.




You GO, Bon-Bon!

Woof!


Enjoy your weekend, everyone!