I really thought I would make it through today without anything really bad happening.
I mean, what are the odds that a knife wielding maniac will come out of the woods looking for me? Not good I would wager. Still...that is hardly the only bad thing that could happen on a Friday the 13th.
First of all, this is the second draft of tonight's blog. The first one was accidentally deleted when I was posting it, and unlike most nights, I failed to save a back up copy.
Before that, I took the dog to the groomer's expecting a beautifully groomed and pedicured dog with a cute bandana to greet me when I came back to get him. What I got instead was a soaking wet Mastiff shaking water and loose fur in every direction. He apparently didn't like the dryers and wouldn't sit under them. He also didn't want them to cut his nails, and the sweet little dog washing girls didn't feel like arguing with a dog that likely outweighed them by more than fifty pounds. I can't say I blamed them...but is it customary to get a soaking wet dog back from the groomer?
I don't think so.
I made them towel dry him until he could be brushed enough to shed most of the loose fur. He didn't get his bandana or his pedicure but at least he was clean.
Then again, it rained today, so even the clean won't last.
Does anything really last?
Don't mind me, I'm just PMSing. Maybe I just I need a vodka popcicle before bed. After all...what else could happen with only a few hours til midnight?
Don't answer that!
Until the next time...I'll be hiding under the covers until morning!