Lily's Spa Day

I’ve only been to a spa once, and I didn’t enjoy it mainly because the person who gave me a facial was scary. She reminded me of Frau Farbissina in the Austin Powers movies, and recommended further treatments for my “incipient case of rosacea.”
“Isn’t that what Bill Clinton has on his nose?” I asked. “Exactly,” she replied severely. (Note: I had to look up the meaning of incipient when I got home).
I’m one of the few women I know who isn’t into the girly thing. I’ve never had a manicure. I get my hair cut once a year, and I don’t own any moisturizing products. If I’m reincarnated as a woman, I plan to check these things out because I could probably use them. It’s not that I have anything against beauty products, but since John seems to like me the way I am, I just don’t bother.
Today I realized that Lily would probably enjoy the whole spa thing if she were a human being. When I give Lily a bath, I usually do it on my own and she’s not too happy with me. But Emma is here for the weekend so we did it together. The trick (I’ve discovered) is to get into the bathtub with Lily. She just put her head against my thigh, presented her stomach and allowed herself to be massaged and washed. I swear she almost fell asleep at one point.
Another thing Lily enjoys is being vacuumed. She’s never been afraid of the vacuum cleaner, and loves being nozzled. I know this is peculiar, but I guess everyone has their eccentricities, including my little doggie.