Only Her Hairdresser Knows

Last night I took a look at Miss Sasha and realized she was, as the gay kids say, a hot mess. Sasha's state of affairs is all my doing. A little over a week ago I gave Chandler a bath with some shampoo that Mark had purchased at the 'Less than a Dollar Store' or some such place. It wasn't a name brand, and I am sure it was some kind of closeout that couldn't be sold, even in China. After bathing Chandler successfully, I grabbed Sasha and turned the water on her. I soaped her up really good since she has a habit of walking through her pee after squatting, rinsed her off, and then dried her with a big fluffy towel. It turns out that you shouldn't wash your Miniature Schnauzer with the same kind of shampoo you wash your ninety pound mutt with. Almost immediately the hair on Sasha's legs started turning colors, and falling out. Within a few days I could see that her hair was starting to mat, and get little knots in it. So this morning Sasha went to the doggy beauty parlor, and this afternoon we picked her up. She is now neatly trimmed, with a sweet powdery smell, and nicely purged anal glands.