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Day 63 - I Haz New Hair!
Mar. 4th, 2011 11:10 pmSeveral weeks ago my boss took in her hairdresser's dog while she, the hairdresser, not my boss, was on holiday. The woman can't even look after the two dogs she has and she's offering to look after other people's dogs.
Anyway, initially I was annoyed because as we all know, my boss is hardly ever home, so the actual looking after fell to other people. Also, my boss graciously volunteered my services to her hair dresser as her dog had the misfortune to run a foul of a bad hair cut earlier. Nice. I did the best I could for the dog as he was totally spaztic about his feet. This is a common issue with dogs.
Since the lady was coming in on a late flight and I knew she was checking her emails, I emailed her telling her what I was able to do and suggested that she talk to her vet about getting a tranquilizer shot so that they could do the dog's nails as the dew claws were in danger of piercing the pads of the nail since they were so long. I also suggested in order to remedy the foot issue, she should make the dog submit to her and then spend a few minutes several times a day handling his feet.
The nice thing about this was that when the lady returned and picked up her dog, she wanted to give me fifty bucks for my efforts. When my boss was telling me this, I could tell she was all boggled. I suppose the idea of PROPER compensation wouldn't occur to her. She was all, why would she want to give you fifty bucks???? Isn't that too much???? Without rolling my eyes, I told her that for a dog that size what I did would have been probably forty bucks in a grooming shop, since I didn't bath the dog. So yeah, your friend was being a bit generous but not outrageously. I mean just because she refuses to pay me the going rate for what I do on Mitzu, doesn't mean everyone is as cheapo as she is. She's going to be in for a rude awakening when she moves to Campbell River, since it's probably going to cost her about that or a bit more to have Mitzu groomed.
Anyway, you're probably wondering what all that has to do with my new hair. WELL! I phoned the lady and asked her if I could trade the fifty dollars in for a hair cut instead. And she said sure. So this afternoon I went to get my hair washed and cut and she picked up the tab. I really like it. The only down side was that I didn't think about the hair spray before the lady spritzed me and when I came home I had to wash my hair again because the odor was bugging my breathing and triggering a migraine. Actually, the whole shop was a bit too much. I think if I'd had to stay there much longer than I did, I would have been in real trouble. I didn't really think about that when I went.
The other good thing about having the hairdresser's dog stay with my boss is that she's FINALLY given up the stupid idea of breeding Mitzu. I think having to feed and walk three dogs for a week and a half made an impression. I'm so glad because honestly, Mitzu and Dolche, the hairdresser's dog, would have had the UGLIEST puppies in the history of puppies. They both have horrible conformation and Dolche isn't even a purebred so the poor puppies would have probably gotten the worse of his traits.
Anyway, initially I was annoyed because as we all know, my boss is hardly ever home, so the actual looking after fell to other people. Also, my boss graciously volunteered my services to her hair dresser as her dog had the misfortune to run a foul of a bad hair cut earlier. Nice. I did the best I could for the dog as he was totally spaztic about his feet. This is a common issue with dogs.
Since the lady was coming in on a late flight and I knew she was checking her emails, I emailed her telling her what I was able to do and suggested that she talk to her vet about getting a tranquilizer shot so that they could do the dog's nails as the dew claws were in danger of piercing the pads of the nail since they were so long. I also suggested in order to remedy the foot issue, she should make the dog submit to her and then spend a few minutes several times a day handling his feet.
The nice thing about this was that when the lady returned and picked up her dog, she wanted to give me fifty bucks for my efforts. When my boss was telling me this, I could tell she was all boggled. I suppose the idea of PROPER compensation wouldn't occur to her. She was all, why would she want to give you fifty bucks???? Isn't that too much???? Without rolling my eyes, I told her that for a dog that size what I did would have been probably forty bucks in a grooming shop, since I didn't bath the dog. So yeah, your friend was being a bit generous but not outrageously. I mean just because she refuses to pay me the going rate for what I do on Mitzu, doesn't mean everyone is as cheapo as she is. She's going to be in for a rude awakening when she moves to Campbell River, since it's probably going to cost her about that or a bit more to have Mitzu groomed.
Anyway, you're probably wondering what all that has to do with my new hair. WELL! I phoned the lady and asked her if I could trade the fifty dollars in for a hair cut instead. And she said sure. So this afternoon I went to get my hair washed and cut and she picked up the tab. I really like it. The only down side was that I didn't think about the hair spray before the lady spritzed me and when I came home I had to wash my hair again because the odor was bugging my breathing and triggering a migraine. Actually, the whole shop was a bit too much. I think if I'd had to stay there much longer than I did, I would have been in real trouble. I didn't really think about that when I went.
The other good thing about having the hairdresser's dog stay with my boss is that she's FINALLY given up the stupid idea of breeding Mitzu. I think having to feed and walk three dogs for a week and a half made an impression. I'm so glad because honestly, Mitzu and Dolche, the hairdresser's dog, would have had the UGLIEST puppies in the history of puppies. They both have horrible conformation and Dolche isn't even a purebred so the poor puppies would have probably gotten the worse of his traits.
