As you can imagine, I was less than thrilled to accept this challenge, but she insisted she'd be still and not rupture my eardrums, so I acquiesced with a big, bold asterisk of protest stamped squarely in the middle of my forehead.
It was a bit like ironing a poodle.
We only got as far back as the tops of her ears before her instincts for self-preservation kicked in (OW! MY HEAD, MY HE-E-EAD, YOU'RE KILLIN' MY HEAD! MAMA, I'M LITERAWY DYIN' HERE!) but you get the idea, right?