Doctor My Ears by Pocket

A month ago River, allegedly, bit my ear.  (I have to say allegedly because River is litigious, but she did it.)  Since then, except for one late night scuffle when I laid on top of River in the dark, and she took exception, the situation between us has been peaceful.  But my ears have still suffered.

Two weeks ago I went to the groomer.  I have been going to the same groomer my entire life.  They treat us very well and do a terrific job maintaining our beauty.  I wish I could say we woke up looking this way but it is just not true.

The groomer was cutting my head when she snipped a little too close and cut the bottom of my ear.  It didn’t hurt nearly as much as when River did it, and I didn’t want the groomer to feel badly over a minor snip, so I didn’t flinch.

Unfortunately, I did bleed, and the poor lady saw blood on her table.  She stopped grooming and began inspecting. I just hoped this would not delay my departure time.  She found the cut, stopped the bleeding, and, unlike my sister, did not try to duck out of her responsibility.  She finished my grooming and sure did give me a lot of attention over a little cut.  

When my parents arrived, the groomer brought me out in her arms and told them that there had been an incident.  She said there was a cut on my ear.  Daddy assured her that River is the one who cut my ear, opening himself up to further lawsuits, and she said yes, she saw that, (and was smart enough not to assign blame) but she had cut me herself.  

My parents inspected my ear.  “Oh I am sure she’s fine,” they said.  Mommy did give me an extra long kiss, and that made me feel good.

The poor lady was very upset.  She looked at me, so meek and delicate, and she did not see the grizzly bear inside of me.  (Not that I recommend testing this theory by nipping a grizzly bear’s ears.  They are terrible to groom.)

My parents, being devious, did not tell me I also had a vet appointment that day, to get a tetanus shot I was supposed to get when the majority of teeth were ripped from my jaws. They calmed the groomer by saying a vet tech would check my ear, not caring that this abrupt news doubled my resting heartbeat.

We stopped at the vet's.  They found the groomer’s ear work to be more than adequate and also, at my insistence, checked their records, which showed I did not need the shot.  It was the best trip to the vet I have ever had

My ears are healing nicely, and I have proven myself to be one tough Yorkie. I have no fear about returning to the groomers, but I would like her to teach River that honesty if the best policy.