Yikes! However will I keep this gorgeous neat and tidy look without my Godmother Carol? Who does so much more for me than keep me beautiful on the outside?
I’m still in shock. The peep called around earlier today, whilst I was sleeping under the desk, and, well, you can see why We’re in a pickle:
“Hello, I noticed on your website that you specialize in grooming champion terriers. Do you handle Scotties?”
Hoping to engage in a delightful banter about my fabulous breed, she said, “Tell me about that. Scotties can be quite the finicky puppy!”
“Well, if they bite, we put them in a muzzle.”
“Uh…thank you.” CLICK.
So, the peep said to me, “Stuart, don’t you worry my love. We’ll figure this out.”
And just like the soup nazi on Seinfeld, She quickly added, “No muzzle for you!”
To which I replied, “No bitey for me, unless they bite first!”
We’re on the hunt. Our good friends over at Rocky Creek Scotties put out the APB on Facebook hoping to find a local referral or two.
Actually, truth be told, Godmother has been on the hunt since she decided to move. I’m thinking she’ll come through for Us.
She wouldn’t leave me in the lurch. No. She. Wouldn’t.
Now if she would just stay here. We walk to her house in the cooler weather. What could be better than that??? I’d better get used to not seeing her anymore. Sigh.
ArrooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO Don’t GOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!