dogs and lives of dogs

In the grooming salon I get to meet a lot of people. The area that surrounds my work is rather affluent, many of my clients seem to have important jobs; so important that they have to stay on their hands-free cell phone the entire time I check them in, so important that they have no troubles dropping off their pet to sit in a kennel for nine hours while they work and use my salon as a boarding establishment, so important that they almost always forget to tip me. Many of my clients call me by name and when they say it, “jaime” I’m often taken back because, well, though I like them enough, they are still strangers to me.

one of my favorite client’s is middle aged gay man and his boyfriend. they bring in their shitzu, Cricket, to me on a regular basis and always thank me kindly for my help and I hear them giggle and argue about Cricket’s house training troubles and how he has destroyed all their house plants. It warms my heart in the stupidest fucking way to see two happily together gay men, living richly with shitzus and house plants.

another favorite of mine is a young couple with a sheltie named Gabby. they’re often late and forgetful but never fail to call and let me know. their dog is sweet and very simple to groom and the male owner, when presented with his newly groomed sheltie, turns into a baby and his voice heightens and his eyes squint and it’s kind of cute. kind of. they say things like “have a wonderful evening” and “hope your night goes well” and that’s sort of polite even if it’s fake.

then there’s the young, seemingly wealthy woman who is always in her work out clothes when she drops off Dixie, a little bitch of a yorkie. She’s talked healthy amount of shit to me about one of the other groomers and how when someone other than myself groomed Dixie it looked like an “awful bob cut!” She brings in her daughter sometimes who appears seventeen but I’m assuming she’s more like fourteen. The tip well and always ask for me by name and for that I like them very much.

theres more, Chauser and Duncan the shitzus, Amy and Mark the poms, Max the bullmastif, Riley the Golden… and soooooooooooo on and sooo on. and I don’t know why I’m talking about my customers and work and I dont know why I wanted to write about workshit at all. maybe cause I have nothing else to write about.

dogs dogs alll around.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,(*()(*)(*)(*)(

I’m done for right now.