Saturday is bath day at our house for little Miss Margaret MooLatte. Yorkie’s need a bath every week or they look pretty grungy, and we can’t have that, so Mags was in the sink, we’re going through our routine, bathing her in Baby Magic Shampoo so she’ll smell good, then it’s off to the garage where hubby set up this spiffy grooming table for me, it’s all decked out with everything I need to do a proper groom. Right…
Maggie is so good, she’s gone through this so many times that she just stands there and lets me do whatever. I’m always cutting her fur, too, either using the clippers or trimming her up with the scissors. Her current haircut has her kind of looking like a little bobble head, but it works for both of us.
So, I’m almost finished, I just needed to give her one quick little snip on the side of her face. Now Maggie Moo has a really difficult time of keeping her tongue in her mouth, as evidenced in the picture I just took. And I’m always extremely careful, this is my dog child after all. So I’m carefully doing the snip, and yes, I had on my glasses, when all of a sudden, the sticks out that little tongue and slurps, really, really fast right against the edge of the scissors! Oh crap!!!! Crap, crap, crap!!!! I nicked her tongue, I nicked her tongue!!! Just a bit, honest, seriously, pinky swear, it was just like a paper cut, it was, it was, it was, really it was. Oh bad Yorkie Mama, bad, bad, Yorkie Mama! And O.M.G. did that sucker bleed. Poor Mags, she didn’t even whimper when it happened, and she’s a drama queen, so I know it didn’t hurt her, but she was bleeding like a stuck pig. Yes, I know that’s a country saying, I’m an old(er) country girl.
So anyway, I’m holding her on my shoulder, I don’t want blood all over her fur, she had just had a bath after all, but the more she slurped, the more she aggravated the cut, and the more she aggravated the cut, the more she bled. I had blood all over my shirt, all over the towel, not all over her, thank goodness, but I was beginning to think she was going to need a transfusion, and I was trying to figure out how to donate blood.
Just kidding about the transfusion, but it was not fun! It didn’t seem to bother Mags as much as her horrified Mama, and of course hubby was just shaking his head and throwing his hands up in the air, as men are prone to do in situations that are beyond their control.
But now the bleeding has stopped, her face is washed, it’s a gorgeous day, we’re going to take her for a ride in Tootie with the top down. Maybe it will make
Maggie Mama feel better.