My vacuum cleaner is delighted by the karma I'm sending its way, simply because I took Baby to the K9 wash and gave her spa treatment. I washed her, massaged her thick winter coat with a giant rubber dog brush, blew her dry and had her nails cut. Chewbaka is now groomed and, I hope, the excess fur has been left in their drains so that it won't end up in every crevice of my house.
Is my dog stuck up? Some think she is. Really, she's just a gigantic canine baby, hence her name. And now she smells like Apricot, which is worth every traumatic moment of her afternoon bath.