A couple of weeks ago, I took my big dog to the groomer at PetCo. He has only been there a handful of times but he was in deep need of a bath and all the works. I had to get Tuck signed in before they could take him back for his spa treatment. A poor unsuspecting man and his two young sons walked in and received a warmer welcome than they may have been wanting.
Now I will make no excuses for my big dog or myself. We are ill-behaved. We got Tucker as a puppy and two months later, found out I was pregnant with the twins. Needless to say, obedience was low on our list of priorities at the time. So now he is perfect at home but when we get him out, the fact that he has not been trained properly becomes evident.
So maybe he jumped up....once or twice. And there is a possibility that in his excitement he may have, but my memory is fuzzy, slobbered a bit. He for sure shed a LOT since that is part of the reason we were there in the first place. Like I said, terribly ill-behaved. The man was appalled. That is the only word I can use to describe the look on his face. He asked me if I really meant to have a dog like that. Like perhaps it was all a big mistake. He then told his two young sons, who looked equally as appalled, that this is what you get if you really want a dog. The look on the boys' faces was priceless. They had the good graces not to say it out loud in front of me, shocking based on the statements of their father, but their faces said loud and clear "No daddy, we don't want a dog at all!"
They turned around and walked back out the door they came in and I chuckled to myself. Don't get me wrong, I was embarrassed by Tuckers ill-behavior but what do you expect when you walk into the PetCo grooming shop? I turned back to the gal signing us in and happened to notice a frightening sight on the grooming table. A cat with no hair. I don't mean the super cool sphinx cats that are naturally hairless. I mean a long haired cat with no hair except on it's poofy head and floofy tail. Immediately I wondered if the cat had run in with a skunk or perhaps a really big wad of bubble gum. I asked the groomer why the cat was bald. He said some people just like it like that. Then it hit me. The bald, long-haired cat belonged to the man who walked in and met Tuck. Ahhhhhhh, it all made sense now. I did, for my pride's sake, confirm that it was the man's cat. I could certainly see why my dog was nothing but appalling to the man with the naked cat.
