1st, randomness.
The Cocker from the this post was adopted the very next day, by a really nice guy, who has told me he will be bringing him back for grooming with me. I'm so glad he is well-loved. Apparently the dog is "scary perfect" housebroken, loves the Grandkids, and never barks. Why are these dogs at humane societies? I don't have a clue, but I'm so grateful there are places like this to help unwanted pets.
I groomed the Weinerschnitzel.. they were wrong, it was really a WeinerSHITzel. No, he wasn't mixed with a Shih Tzu.. he was just a very naughty dog. I groomed 3 Dachshunds that day, and only one didn't have to be muzzled. I'm just not a fan of the Weinershitzels..
And finally, the instructions I was given for a Maltese. Even better, these instructions were given to me in a strong Texas accent.
"Do his face really short. When you are done, he should look like one of those Harp Seals. You know the ones they hit over the head with a club to kill them?" O... K... sure.. I know that haircut. The guy loved this dog..don't worry. After I had the tiny little canine in my arms the owner had to go in for a kiss on the dog's face. It was a bit too much in my bubble. If I would've had time, I would have handed him back for the kissing part. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. I think I was still picturing the death of a baby Harp Seal.. it's hard to shake that image. T.G.I.F.
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