I have nothing snarky to say today! It’s like, wtf is up with that?? ‘Course it is only 6:30 in the morning so it’s entirely possible my snark will develop as the day progresses….
Yesterday Hubs and I, being the responsible pet owners we are, took the mutts to the Groomers. OK, it’s not so much that we’re responsible as lazy. Do you have any idea how much time it takes to brush out a Golden Retriever?? The birthing process takes less time….plus bending over the tub to scrub both dogs is not my idea of a good time, although in their whole lives this is only the second time we’ve taken them somewhere to have it done. Mostly cuz I’m cheap, aka broke….but that’s not the only reason…
Our dogs are spastic. That’s a fact. Because the reality is we’ve loved them and spoiled them and let them do pretty much whatever they’ve wanted their entire lives and never really took the time to work on that whole obedience training thing. So you put them on a leash and they promptly run around you in opposite directions effectively hog tieing you. And in the car they behave like two year olds on crack….have you ever heard a Pug breath when they get excited?? Darth Vader on crack. Which explains why we don’t take road trips with them….
The only other time we’ve tried having them professionally groomed was a complete joke. The folks at PetSmart pronounced the Golden “vicious”. Because apparently he vehemently protested being shoved into a kennel. (again, we’re not so much with the training thing). But now we’ve found a place that actually listens to the pet owners and gives a crap about the dogs and put our beloved pain in the arse in a room as opposed to a kennel. Thank you “The Brass Hydrant”!
Now they smell better, they feel all nice and soft and loose hair doesn’t fly up your nose when you pet them. Yay!
Because that wasn’t eventful enough for one day, I also decided I’m Martha effin’ Stewart and that crocheting a tiny little stuffed animal menagerie was totally doable….I ripped out the first round about 74 times before I finally figured it out. Go me….
I’m completely confident I’ll have them finished by the time Avery graduates from college….
Enjoy your day! I’ll be here, crochet hook in hand, going blind and cheerfully losing my mind.