Tuesdays are generally referred to as "Stupid Tuesday" with us girls in the salon part of my job, as, it seems, anything that can go wrong, will.
My girlfriend Ashley (wtf is her name here? Flaming Lips? Peeling Lips? Sugar Lips?) sent me a wonderful text this morning, wishing me a "FUCKING GLORIOUS DAY."
I fully intended on it, until I saw that I had a dog that I had previously said I would no longer groom on my list (and my note about NOT grooming him "mysteriously" absent.).
Boo, as I will call him, arrived early, much to my disappointment. I'd hoped his owner would perhaps.... oh, I don't know.... go somewhere else. No such luck.
Because this dog is such a raging douchebag, I refused to have my entire day ruined by rage over his aggression and outright taint-ish antics, so I was going to groom him towards the end of the day, hoping, also, that since it would be quieter, he might not be such an ass.
As I went to retrieve him, I noticed something sitting in front of him in his little kennel.
I peered closer.
It was a... well, it looked like a white tube thing, split down the middle, with bile and perhaps digested food in the middle of it. Our boarding dogs receive waxed paper collars with their names scrawled on them, however, this dog had not been boarding.
I consulted my manager.
"S," (as I shall call her) I said, confused, "Boo has vomitted an object which I cannot identify."
S followed me into the bathing room, where C, our bather, became curious and followed the both of us to the kennel.
"What the hell IS that?!" they both wondered aloud.
S reached in to retrieve the object and began to, well, unroll it.
C gasped loudly, then screamed, "OH MY GOD, IT'S A USED MAXI PAAAAAAD!!!!!"
This, of course, sent me flailing my arms and wailing and running circles around the bathing room, out into the salon, and eventually out into the lobby, where the kids who work the phones and R the other groomer thought I'd completely lost my mind.
S, of course, had to call the owner. It was a woman who had dropped Boo off, and it was the woman that S had gotten ahold of. She was, of course, completely and utterly mortified.
So mortified, in fact, that it was her husband who picked up the dog.
...TA DA!!!!!
My girlfriend Ashley (wtf is her name here? Flaming Lips? Peeling Lips? Sugar Lips?) sent me a wonderful text this morning, wishing me a "FUCKING GLORIOUS DAY."
I fully intended on it, until I saw that I had a dog that I had previously said I would no longer groom on my list (and my note about NOT grooming him "mysteriously" absent.).
Boo, as I will call him, arrived early, much to my disappointment. I'd hoped his owner would perhaps.... oh, I don't know.... go somewhere else. No such luck.
Because this dog is such a raging douchebag, I refused to have my entire day ruined by rage over his aggression and outright taint-ish antics, so I was going to groom him towards the end of the day, hoping, also, that since it would be quieter, he might not be such an ass.
As I went to retrieve him, I noticed something sitting in front of him in his little kennel.
I peered closer.
It was a... well, it looked like a white tube thing, split down the middle, with bile and perhaps digested food in the middle of it. Our boarding dogs receive waxed paper collars with their names scrawled on them, however, this dog had not been boarding.
I consulted my manager.
"S," (as I shall call her) I said, confused, "Boo has vomitted an object which I cannot identify."
S followed me into the bathing room, where C, our bather, became curious and followed the both of us to the kennel.
"What the hell IS that?!" they both wondered aloud.
S reached in to retrieve the object and began to, well, unroll it.
C gasped loudly, then screamed, "OH MY GOD, IT'S A USED MAXI PAAAAAAD!!!!!"
This, of course, sent me flailing my arms and wailing and running circles around the bathing room, out into the salon, and eventually out into the lobby, where the kids who work the phones and R the other groomer thought I'd completely lost my mind.
S, of course, had to call the owner. It was a woman who had dropped Boo off, and it was the woman that S had gotten ahold of. She was, of course, completely and utterly mortified.
So mortified, in fact, that it was her husband who picked up the dog.
...TA DA!!!!!
