August 13, 2006

  • You asked me once what I meant about getting between the two of you.
    It’s complicated. And by complicated, I mean that it’s a personal
    problem I have, and no one else can help ,e with it. I don’t like it
    when you two fight. And by fight, I mean a few days after when Beau
    inexplicably gets moody and it’s because of something you said or did.
    Eh…. it’s hard to explain. Let me just say that I once made a list of
    what I want most in the world, and at the top of the list was that we’d
    be friends forever.

    I know, I know, people throw that word – forever – around like an
    ultimate frisbee, ricocheting against the walls we put up to protect
    ourselves, reciprocating only when we feel the conditions of our
    “unconditional” feelings met.

    Anyway, that’s all I meant. It was mostly me thinking out loud, partly me nailing down feelings with words…. but wholely me.


    Our boss has been at a conference the past week. He left us with a new
    assistant manager, and the powers that be in Corporate decided to
    transfer our old assistant manager to another store. So here we are,
    mice playing while the cat’s away… or at least, everyone else playing
    while I’m working overtime to keep the new assistant manager from going
    completely off the deep end with the boatload of responsibilities he
    was left with. Actually, more like a truckload – we barely finished
    getting the new inventory on the shelves today and the boss gets back
    tomorrow morning.

    To top it all off, there was a grooming incident, and I went to bat for
    the poor groomer, telling her we would use some petty cash to pay for
    her to solve the problem. I mean, for crying out loud, her clipper
    blades stopped working halfway through a golden retriever. The dog,
    bless her heart, didn’t care what she looked like, galloping around the
    grooming room like a demented pony on crack, slipping on the linoleum
    and whomping against the walls. The family didn’t mind either, but the
    poor groomer was in tears about leaving the job half done. Think: A
    lion cut on a big gold dog.

    Anyway, it cost $50 to sharpen all her grooming blades, and IMHO, it’s
    worth it in order to avoid canceling an entire weekend of grooming
    appointments – or the grooming appointments for the next month or so.

Comments (3)

  • I worked in a grooming shop. All groomers should have an extra set or two sets of blades. At least that was our policy at Petco.

  • “demented pony on crack” lol

  • I want a half-dog, where you shave just the back half. Then you dye the back half some other color, like camoflauge, so that when it’s standing by a bush, it looks like there’s only half a hairy dog there.

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