So Long Dog Snob Suckas

Revisement: I wrote this post when I was really angry and I feel that it may have been a little harsh. I write this blog with the intent to be uplifting, informative, and funny to those who may read it and I apologize if this post was a bit out of character.

First, I have to tell you that I laughed for about 15 minutes when I got home tonight and saw this:

I apologize for the bad and blurry pictures, but I got what I could while Berkley was playing chase with Ben. He won't exactly pose for me. (And have I mentioned that it's really hard to get a good picture of a solid black dog? It is.)

So I took Berkley, the now skinny stick of a dog, to get groomed today. As I have mentioned before, I groom Berkley myself as I learned from a cd that came in the grooming kit I bought at Wally World. I personally feel that I do a decent job, however there are a few things I don't like to do, such as grooming around private areas, shaping up the ears, cutting toe nails, and plucking hair from inside the ears. (More on that to come.) Therefore, I like to take him every now and then to have those things done, plus get him a good, over all professional doo. Thus, I can learn more about how I should be cutting his hair.

Being from out of town, it was really hard to find a place to take Berkley to be groomed. I finally settled on his vet clinic because they had the best price and already had his records on file. Keepin it simple. So, this is the second time I have taken him in for a grooming. The first time, when he was only 6 months old, the high velocity hair dryer they used scared him so badly that he pooped on the table. It wasn't exactly the best experience so I was nervous about dropping him off today. I told the groomer that I wanted him to be cooler because the heat is magnified in his thick black fur. I also told her that his ears needed a LOT of work because, even though I tried to get the hair out of them, it was really hard for me to do so. THAT IS WHY HE IS COMING TO THE GROOMER.

So, when I come home tonight, I find this waiting on me....

And that, my friends, is some hair that came out of Berkley's ears. I guess they thought the voicemail they left on my phone while I was at work about the "horrible" amount of ear hair, or the lecture they gave my husband when he picked Berkley up might not get through to me so they wanted to drive the point home with a visual aid.

SERIOUSLY???? THIS IS WHY WE BRING HIM IN. TO GET HAIR PULLED OUT OF HIS EARS! THIS IS WHY I PAY YOU 61 STINKING DOLLARS TO DO EVERYTHING I COULD DO MYSELF. BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO PULL OUT THE EAR HAIR!!

Did I mention that these same ladies that work at this office are really rude? They have barely even acknowledged my presence any time I have been there and they act like they are doing a favor to check me out after the vet visits. If my vet wasn't a good friend of ours, I would not go back just because of the rudeness of these receptionists. In fact, I might just ask him to change practices so I can stop going there. Rudeness of retail workers is actually a soapbox of mine that I'll talk about later on... now back to Dog Snobs.

REALLY? This dog lives inside my home. He sleeps in my room. On his own bed. In a temperature controlled environment. He gets the best food. He gets treats. He goes on outings to the dog park. He has been to the beach and the mountains and the pond and to Birmingham and Florence. He gets lots of exercise. He ate my 5,000 dollar hearing aids, 8 pairs of my nice shoes, threw up in my car, peed ON MY BED, and is still living to have EAR HAIR that I PAY PEOPLE PULL OUT! Needless to say, I am in the market for new groomer. Any suggestions?