Doggies Day Out



A short time ago in a land not so far away the kidless versions of Mike and I decided, okay I decided and Mike went begrudgingly along, to get not one but two fury creatures to call our very own and love like the children we weren't going to have in the near future. The plan worked for the time being. I loved and spoiled and cuddle and treated them like the two hairy children I had always wanted. Then I became pregnant and I swore to myself those two golden fur balls would always remain front and center loves of my life. Reality check, they didn't. They went from the furry children I loved so much to the dogs I never really wanted, not really I still love them and still want them but they were definitely demoted the day Gavin came home from children to dogs.

Today, they were in great need of a bath because my time is spent bathing more important beings like myself and Gavin. So we paid, and paid dearly, to have them groomed at a big box pet store. At a quarter to one today I quickly loaded my two golden fur balls into the back of my large eco-unfriendly SUV and dashed to the PetSmart I leashed up the dogs told them to stay one hundred times and quickly struggled to unload the stroller that was nestled between my two impatiently staying dogs. I tried to quickly but smoothly load Gavin into the stroller without waking him, HA! He was awake and then quickly the dogs were pulling me towards the store. I marched with a whole lot of stares with my stroller being pulled by the golden ones. I marched in there and confidently told the young looking girl in her blue smock that the James dogs had arrived for their bath. She looked at me puzzled. Thats when I knew, even though I had asked 3 times if it was at the PetSmart a simple miscommunication had led me to to the wrong store. I not so smoothly shoved, literally, my stroller and my two dogs through the very narrow doorway and procured even more strange looks ranging from poor woman with too much on her plate, to what a fool trying to juggle two large dogs and a baby. Before I knew it Duke and somehow come out from the leash and was wondering off by himself procuring even more strange looks. I had images when I left the house of how capable I was and how I could take on two large dogs and a baby without thinking twice. I'll tell you what I didn't think twice about calling my husband to tell him how upset I was that I was now going to have to load and unload the dogs and the baby at yet another pet store thanks to his slip of the tongue. Yes when you are trying to drop your dogs off for a grooming appointment it does make a difference if you say PetSmart or Petco.

I should have known when I dropped them off at Petco and they didn't want to go that something wasn't right. When Mike picked them up the girl was calling them names and obviously didn't like our dogs, which we have never had a problem with usually everywhere they go people love them and they behave well. They came home and drank 3 big bowls of water leading me to believe they hadn't even given them water in the whole 3 hours they were there. I wasn't impressed. So our hairy friends won't be going back to Petco in the future maybe we will try PetSmart next time.