I give them credit for the fact that they hide it well, but I'm pretty sure the people at the grooming parlour frequented by Rumple and Winkle think I'm barking mad. It is only fair that I add that
this is a me problem rather than a customer service fail on their
behalf. It goes like this. Margaret, my neighbour, obviously overcome
with Olympic spirit thought it would be rather nice for the dogs to
sport green and gold bows after their haircuts today. I duly sent my
husband off with the dogs with instructions for green and gold bows.
It's a credit to their professionalism that when I collected the fur
friends they each had one green and one gold bow in their ears. Sweet.
So I paid and was asked if I would like to rebook. I confirmed that I
had made their appointments all the way through until Christmas. And
bless her little cotton socks the groomer said "we'll have to make sure
we have the stock of Christmas bows in early for your Christmas dog
photo". She knows me too well. Oh come on. I know I'm a crazy dog lady
but I'm okay with that. There are worse things, right? RIGHT?
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