Woof, Kids!

Have to tell you hounds that Moolie dumped by fluffy self at PetSmart the other afternoon for a nice groom session. Zowie!!

As you are painfully aware, I'm a new kid in town (kinda sounds like some crazy "tween band") and we haven't really had time to sniff out the doggie spa sitch, as yet. So, there I was...at...PetSmart on some zippy street called, Okeechobee. I promise, that's the name. Sounds like Oklahoma or Nebraska or some such land-of-lands, huh?

Kids, Moolie just raced me right on into that little "clip joint" without a second thought. First, I was subjected to this little white 'n black...teeny-tiny...well, I think it was canine. Not totally certain on that, but I've never seen a true rodent being scrubbed and buffed, so, yes, it HAD to be a mutt. It was all shaky and silly and I kinda felt worse for it than me. Hold on, did I say that? Whew, I need to sit a moment.

The ladies of PS were, pretty much, okay. Yeah, they were. The Diva-Dog did sit there, drenched and wilted and wonder why on earth these salons have to perch us on those cold and uncomfy metal tables...in full view of dog gawkers. Come on people, it's beyond humiliating. Seriously. We have pride, you know. Can you imagine a similar scene at a people spa? Ow, that's an image I don't want to even think about, much less envision. Yuk.

In the end, it turned out well...Moolie sprang for "TOP DOG" package, guilt-ridden for sure, and I was the most spectacular K-9 you can imagine. Yep, when the Mool FINALLY rescued me (with MAY-JAH treats in hand, I tried going for the all aloof bit...you know, to make her feel quite crummy for the episode. Um, I failed...I let my tail down, I mean guard down, and got all wiggly and smiley (yes, smiley) and happy to see her. Rats, I will never get into movies with crap acting like THAT.

Kids, as I continue to discover all the wonders of WPB, I have to give a fairly good score to the Okee...whatever...PetSmart. Those kids...weren't half bad.

Bark at me!!