Spa Days Are for Everyone!

This week was full of division and department meetings, of convocations and new hire orientations, of organizing my desk and organizing my lesson plans and reorganizing my schedule. Alas, Friday morning seemed like a great morning for the spa....


Oh, I'm sorry. Did I imply that I would be going to the spa? Silly me, I'm a teacher. Teachers don't make enough for spa days! Let be clarify who went to the spa: Henry David TheRo. Miss  Rosalie. Little Bells. 


Our little puppy girl.


Ah yes, Rosalie was in dyer need of a spa day. Her shaggy mane, I can only imagine, is like wearing an industrial thermalized North Face jacket in the middle of summer.

                   Rosalie's Mane-->

                                                                                   <--Industrial thermalized North Face Jacket.




















So, alas, this morning I brought Rosalie to The Groom Room where the eccentric owner (she dyes her puppies pink and blue and..) proceeded to pamper my little pooch :) Now, in good ol' Cortland, Rosalie had a fantastic groomer. Rosalie was bathed, blow dried, clipped, brushed and all within two hours. Ah, but in Hawaii... 


Little Bells leaves the Groom Room after a bathing, a blow dry, a hair cut, her teeth cleaned, her nails "pawdicured" and a 45-minute massage. TheRo is typically wild with excitement and angst when I pick her up from the groomers. But here? She's mellow from her massage. 


WTF? I want to be a dog!!! I demand to be reincarnated as a dog and adopted by a loving, dog-crazy petparent who takes me to the spa for a haircut and massage every 6 weeks.


Alas, back to lesson planning and perhaps an afternoon nap... Rosalie is already zen on the couch beside me...


Aloha!
M.