Nails Trimmed, Bordello Shot, Left Blood Behind, She Said “You’re a Fatty” and Dot Indian Wedding
- nails trimmed
- bordello shot
- left blood behind
- woman said “You’re a fatty.”
And that was just at the vet!
Boy did that piss me off. This ole bitty (younger than I am but still…) who was on her way to Wal-mart to buy cigarettes, ding-dongs, and Old Milwaukee beer, made that crack about Sedona as we walked in the door.
Yeah, well, she has a glandular condition. It’s her high-boy gland.
That’s what I should have said. Instead I said something equally withering.
Awwwww, what a thing to say.
Really, that did shut her up!
Derby was there too, but he doesn’t stick up for Sedona much. He’s independent that way. After the vet, I toted the two furry friends to a pet store. I was very impressed with the sign on the front window.
I paid $33 to wash two dogs.
And I did all the work.
But I would do it again. After years of bending over the tub and my knees getting bruised from the tile floor and using 17 towels to semi-dry everybody off, it was worth the money. The pet store had one of those stand-up stainless sinks, with a flex water hose, and all the shampoo and conditioner I wanted. To dry the pooches was a stand-up grooming table with the collar restraint and a heavy-duty blower dryer.
Everybody left happier, smelling better and drier.
When I got home the normal greeting by my bitches was missing – even Oliver was gone. No Sofi, no Nancy, no Oliver.
Nancy was watching the Indians gathering at the Smallburg International Convention Center for the Expansive Arts for a traditional Hindu wedding.
Her friend Anne was decorating her horse as a part of a wedding ceremony. (Anne is on the right.)
Wow. Do those Indians know how to throw a wedding.
We watched the guests arrived, dressed to the nines (or the Dot Indian equivalent.)
Not at all like the other Kentucky Weddings we have observed.
Arrving on a horse (or in a carriage) is a tradition. It’s called the Baraat:
The groom arrives at the wedding ceremony location with his baraat of family and friends. The Baraat gathers together and everyone dances in celebration.
Since grooms often didn’t marry wimmen from the same village this let the bride beat it out the back of the Mahal if she chickened out. There was sure plenty of noise to announce his arrival. It sure looked like fun!
I sure am glad we live in a diverse community. The old battle-ax in the vet’s office would have probably been there with her beer swilling redneck friends chanting anti-Muslim slogans at a bunch of Hindus.
In India, the groom is the most important person in the wedding party.
Now that IS like the Kentucky weddings we have attended.
Note to your daughter: When Sixty gets too old to bathe himself, some nursing homes have out-patient bathing facilities, but $16.50 at the pet store might be much cheaper and it appears they have similar equipment as the nursing homes.
Indian saris are made of some of the most beautiful fabric I have ever seen or felt. Often there is also a great deal of beautiful gold jewelry with their wedding attire.
I’ve been to those DYI bath ’em yourself facilities at the local pet store before.In Sixty’s case I really don’t think the tub is big enough. Would they charge more if he starts hollering?
It was very cool to have this experience since I will never get to India. And yes, tons of bling. I liked the guys outfits too.
@ Kirk: Not if he wears a choke collar.
And that fatty comment is so rude! Hmph.
You certainly stuffed as much as you could into this post Mark…and thanks for pointing out Anne from the horse; it made it so much easier. I’ve heard weddings in India are quite the thing…gorgeous dresses…brilliant colors. ~Joy
Would have been fun to be inside to see the ceremony and the after-party. It may still be going on.
This is Sixty’s daughter…we already have reservations at the local petco for a tall drink of water blogger who likes Makers Mark…but I’m going to let the experts take care of him. I don’t have the skills or the patience.