So, by now you know I took a furry schnauzer and a dog with wire hair going every which way to Pasadena for Lisa. Now, I love Lucy's wild hair- it just suits her personality. It had gotten too wild, something about working 60 hours a week is a good deterrent to giving your dog a trim. So I had already dropped Pierre off with Lisa and went out to register. I had Lucy with me and this lady walks up to me and says she is going to give me her card because my dog needs to be groomed.
I just about died.
I didn't know if I should burst out laughing, or hide in embarrassment that another groomer thought my sweet wild child looked so bad.
I took the next best course of action and very politely told her that of course she did. She was going to be getting her hair done by a fabulous groomer that had been on TV and was part of Groomteam and that she need not worry, Miss Lucy would be getting properly groomed that afternoon.
Anyone else ever had this happen?
I just about died.
I didn't know if I should burst out laughing, or hide in embarrassment that another groomer thought my sweet wild child looked so bad.
I took the next best course of action and very politely told her that of course she did. She was going to be getting her hair done by a fabulous groomer that had been on TV and was part of Groomteam and that she need not worry, Miss Lucy would be getting properly groomed that afternoon.
Anyone else ever had this happen?
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