Today Pancake was groomed. I asked Marcia, who runs the dog-beauty shop, to have the groomer (a lovely man who I am quite certain is an ex-con) trim Cakey’s eyelashes. “I’ve never heard anyone ask for that, but ok,” she said with a shrug.
Here’s why: Pancake has eyelashes that are – and I am not exaggerating – at least 4 inches long. She looks like a bug! It must bother her, right?
On my way to pick her up, I called Jeanne, who, by the way, also has very long lashes, but that’s because of her pre-diabetes meds. “You cannot have Pancake’s lashes cut!” she squealed. “That’s part of who she is!” Then she brought out the big guns: “Elizabeth Taylor had a double row of eyelashes, and they were her crowning glory. You wouldn’t cut Liz’s lashes, would you?”
I burbled appropriately and hung up.
Then I arrived at Sutton Pets. “The groomer wouldn’t touch Pancake’s lashes,” she informed me, surrounded by her A Star is Born-era photos of her idol, Barbra Streisand. “He said it’s her beauty and you can’t change that. They make Pancake who she is.”
Silly me, I thought it was a hygiene issue! Apparently, what do I know?
Then La Cake was presented to me. She had a red bow on her harness and looked divine. She blinked her lashes at me. You know what? They ARE perfect.