My best buds Megan and Dan got tickets for all of us (them and us not all you blog readers--but wouldn't that be cool!?) to go see Rod THE MOD Stewart at the Mid-State Fair coming up.
What I didn't know is that Bryan Adams is his special guest that night! Wow. I won't know how old to feel. I don't know what to wear. Of course it will be 1,000 degrees so maybe just some skin tight red leather pants and a halter top. You know, so I blend in with the rest of the fair crowd.
Here are some faces I've enjoyed this week.
Slapshot did not run away from me today. Instead he peed right on my shoe. Awww. How sweet!
A new friend, Buster. Old and very sweet. Speaking of pee...he went Niagara when I finally got his old hips up the doggie ramp. Sigh. I had to pull out the floor mats and clean the floor before starting his bath. I did a lot of mouth breathing.
Old Ruby. I see her once a year and I always say the same thing to her owner. If all my dogs were like her my job would be easy. That's really only partly true. I would do less pee clean-up and less high-school wrestling but you know it still took about two hours to do her summer cut. So, there's still that part that was hard. But it's the kind of hard work I crave. It feels like when I wash and dry her I am preparing a canvas or putting down base color and then when I do the actual shaving and it looks natural...Just a great satisfaction. My favorite is blending the tail into the cut at the end so the dog just looks like a short haired lab instead of a butchered Golden Retriever like so many summer cuts I've seen.
Linus does this nervous teeth chatter when he first gets in the van and it looks like he's talking but I can't hear him. I like to imagine what he's talking about. I think it would be about the last American Idol episode or something. You know, salon talk. But it's more likely ancient curses passed down through Sheltie Folklore.
I think the tiny dj's living in my mp3 player feel guilty that I worked late late on Monday and then also worked on my day off. So they keep playing "Birthday" by the Beatles.
Hey tiny dj's: it's not until Friday. I appreciate the sentiment. I appreciate the song. But it's starting to make me feel old. And it makes me miss John and George. But, please, don't fall back on the Jack Johnson every other song thing you all have been doing to tease me. Add a little more Motown and we'll call it even.
On my way back home I realized that I was driving behind my great friend Alicia. It made me so happy to read her bumper stickers and think about what kind of music she might be listening to.
Then Lionel Richie started singing that part of "All Night Long" with the nonsense words. I forgot Alicia for a moment and might have even done some fist pumping when Lionel goes "Uh, All Night Long." And when they sang the final "Jumbo Jumbo!" I realized that maybe Alicia could see me in her mirror.
tee hee. I got Sunny, took her to get Mexican food for lunch and then we went home and vegged out until Pat came home. See that little burrito on the floor watching "Three Caballeros"? That's my baby.
She made a remarkable recovery in time to help me reapply caulking around the dog bath tub.
In her Desmond Tu Tu.
Then she and Pat and Mona had a race to the Elfin Forest.
Now everyone get ready for Hat Friday.