My last Aby, Mandy, deceased a couple of years ago, liked, I mean, loved having her ear cleaned with swabs. She would run to have it down. Go figure. She had an incredible amount of ear wax production each day, so it became a ritual. She would actually come and sit on my lap and wait. She also loved being brushed and combed. In the summer I would take her outside on a blanket, wet her down with a wash cloth then brush and comb her. She would fall asleep while I was doing it. She would let me put her in any position I wanted to do the grooming. BUT she hated taking any kind of pill or having her mouth opened. It was rather odd that she died from cancer of the tongue. She had a mass on her tongue that was not able to be operated on, so I had her put to sleep because she was unable to eat or drink on her own. I used an eye dropper to give her water until the final scheduled day. She was a sweetheart for sure. I miss her so. OK, OK, I need to get over it, I know. Her name was Katmandu, aka Mandy girl.

Now I have two new Abys and they are a handfull. They too love to be groomed but also will open their mouths.