Maltese do not have fur. Instead, they sport a coat of very thin, delicate hair, fine as spider’s silk. Wispy.
That makes them nice to pet (see “Mofu Mofu”) but it also makes them prone to hair tangles and the dreaded hair mat.
Unless brushed with an obsessive dedication rarely found outside of religious cults and Manchester United fans, a Malt’s hair will form an interwoven and impenetrable fabric as tough as a ballistic vest.
Sadly for Max, The Alpha Japanese Female and I are neither religious nor soccer fans (sometimes these terms are interchangeable) and therefor the pup doesn’t always get the brushing he would like.
To complicate matters, he recently developed a minor ear infection and the medicine used to treat the condition resulted in an oily, yellowish residue soaking his long ears and adding to the development of massive hair mats on both sides of his apple-shaped noggin.
The infection resolved quickly but the mess and mats remained. I grabbed His Furriness and took him into the bathtub where we spent the better part of an hour trying to detangle the mats.
No joy and because I am not a person known for his patience with fiddly little pursuits, I went with the nuclear option and cut out the mats. The AJF was horrified. Max was horrified. I felt a sense of accomplishment.
My tonsorial excellence left the Maltster with only nubs where once he boasted long flowing ear locks. Small, unobtrusive ear locks. Shy locks you might call them. But I wouldn’t. :snorf:
Today he is off to the Vet to assure that all is well with the functional aspects of his ears. But he is very embarrassed about his new hairdo. I told him it will grow back.
In the meantime, I charmed the AJF by putting face masks on all our art pieces. Winning!
Someday she will find this humorous. But not today.
Today I am just not very popular around this house.
Categories: The Dog From Rancho Cucaracha