haircut and a bath

she sits
trembling in my confident arms
comfortable as this nervous girl can be.
number 4 clippers
whirrrr quietly through her too long locks.
"anywhere but here" implore those black marble eyes.
yet
she waits patiently,
trusting i will not hurt her.
then into the bath.
smell good as a garden shampoo.
when her fur is soaked she looks like a hunger victim;
wobbly legs shiver and give way to a mist of water
soap off.
towel dry
... run around
feel better now?