Always Presentable

From Mia Cope

I don’t really like calling attention to myself, but when you’re the General Manager and Chief Security Officer for a swanky enterprise like Casa de Togo, it’s hard to stay out of the limelight.

I really don’t mind having my picture taken. I do have an issue with all the photo editing that happens between the snap of the shutter and the final product. In fact, there was an incident in my storied past. It seems that the beauty people have a preference for dark eyelashes. Mine are definitely white. And evermore shall be. The beauty people know that now.

Daddy understands and doesn’t argue about such things. Thus, he is my official photographer. As you can see in this photo, my eyelash hue integrity has been upheld.

Daddy is also my fashion consultant. In fact, every morning he does my hair. After my walk, we go to the backyard. I go to my food bowl and retrieve the treat Momma left me. Daddy uses that precise moment to whisk my beauty comb from its secure location.

Moments later, I am receiving my comb-out with the Raw Paws de-shedding tool pictured below. It’s not as bad as it sounds. It detangles and pulls out loose fur. And then the real magic happens when Daddy turns it over and uses the deep de-shedding feature. I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

The only downside of the whole beauty shop experience comes at the last. Fur disposal. I have a basic disagreement with how that’s done here at the Casa. I’m very much into letting nature take its course. I love seeing loose “Mia Hairs” float free and literally scatter in the wind. Daddy, on the other hand, is a proponent of the catch and release school of fur removal. Catch on the comb and release to the trash can. To be honest, he’s a little obsessed with the practice.

When I sense that Daddy is spinning out of control, I find it effective to forcibly interfere with his process. There is a critical moment when the captured fur is transferred from a small container to the trash can. A well-timed nudge can disrupt the flow, as pictured below.

Just that little nose boop sets creation back on track as thousands of little remembrances of me are released on the free world. Despite Daddy’s cries of anguish and largely ineffective attempt to recover every single hair, the West Texas wind does the rest.

At the end of the session, I’m looking good, my fur as been emancipated, and I am ready for my next beauty pose. Life is good. And even my candid shots look good.