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Kallie's gift from the grave
Earlier this year I found myself in the unenviable position of performing CPR on a dog.
About a month after Kallie was pts, her owner got a new pup from the shelter, whom I've been grooming ever since, sweet little maltese mix named Puff. I finished her up and took her in to dad. As we were settling up, he shyly asked me if he could give me a "little something" for my efforts throughout the year. Handing me an envelope, he quietly explained, "This is not only for doing such a great job on Puff all the time, but also for what you did for Kallie. It was one of the worst moments in my life, but I'll never forget how much you cared for me and my dog, and I'm grateful. So, this is from me, Puff, and Kallie. Please, don't open this until you get outside."
Intrigued (and pretty sure it wasn't a $2 Papa Murphy's pizza coupon) I sat in the driver's seat and opened the envelope. Inside were five crisp $100 bills! A $500 tip!!! I sat there with tears running down my cheeks, wanting desperately to go back inside and give him a tremendous hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek. But I figured he had requested I open the envelope outside in order to avoid exactly such a scene, so bowing to his wishes I blew a kiss in the general direction of the house and drove off, an enormous grin on my face!
I knew the guy had money. His last name alone was a big clue (I wont put it here, but it starts with a "w" and the man invented the jukebox) plus the fact that he could afford my services on a monthly basis. But I've always been very happy with the $10 tips he gives me and never dreamed that someone would think enough of me to pony up 500 bucks!
Christmas is gonna be a little bit sweeter this year, cuz I'm spending every last dime of it on my friends and family (although I might save out $5 for a double-blended mocha with an extra shot cuz Im a total addict)!
About a month after Kallie was pts, her owner got a new pup from the shelter, whom I've been grooming ever since, sweet little maltese mix named Puff. I finished her up and took her in to dad. As we were settling up, he shyly asked me if he could give me a "little something" for my efforts throughout the year. Handing me an envelope, he quietly explained, "This is not only for doing such a great job on Puff all the time, but also for what you did for Kallie. It was one of the worst moments in my life, but I'll never forget how much you cared for me and my dog, and I'm grateful. So, this is from me, Puff, and Kallie. Please, don't open this until you get outside."
Intrigued (and pretty sure it wasn't a $2 Papa Murphy's pizza coupon) I sat in the driver's seat and opened the envelope. Inside were five crisp $100 bills! A $500 tip!!! I sat there with tears running down my cheeks, wanting desperately to go back inside and give him a tremendous hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek. But I figured he had requested I open the envelope outside in order to avoid exactly such a scene, so bowing to his wishes I blew a kiss in the general direction of the house and drove off, an enormous grin on my face!
I knew the guy had money. His last name alone was a big clue (I wont put it here, but it starts with a "w" and the man invented the jukebox) plus the fact that he could afford my services on a monthly basis. But I've always been very happy with the $10 tips he gives me and never dreamed that someone would think enough of me to pony up 500 bucks!
Christmas is gonna be a little bit sweeter this year, cuz I'm spending every last dime of it on my friends and family (although I might save out $5 for a double-blended mocha with an extra shot cuz Im a total addict)!
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