Miffed
Today I’ve posted a photo of “T-Bone”, a very fine red border collie who is never any trouble as a guest at the Pet Hostel.
Why am I miffed? I made a quick trip into McBride with Gary an hour ago. While in the grocery store, someone who I consider a FRIEND and who has brought several animals to me over the years, came up to me. She said that her little dog (who shall remain anonymous) was getting so LONG and “staticky”, that she took him to a groomer in Prince George. My friend said to me, “Oh, Ann, she made him look just gorgeous!”.
My mind was awhirl. Had I done something to warrant this owner taking her business AWAY from me? Why was she bragging about the lovely job that another dog groomer had done? I couldn’t help myself, and asked my friend, “Oh… why didn’t you bring him to me?” and she chuckled and said, “I guess I should’ve.”. I live 10 km. from her, and she took her puppy into “the city”, 200 km. away, instead.
I prefer to think that she was being impulsive when she took her puppy to the groomer in Prince George, rather than think that she realized she was taking the job “away” from me. It is DEFINITELY her prerogative to do this, and she surely didn’t mean to hurt or offend me by raving about the job. It is still hard not to take it personally. Why would someone NOT realize?
Everything else is just fine. I’m delivering the little Shiba Inu dog home tonight, along with a dinner for my customer who just had her shoulder joint replaced. I certainly empathize with the pain and difficulty.
So… supper is baked pork chops, roasted spiced root vegetables, and peas frozen from our garden. I didn’t plan a dessert! Hubby remarked after our sandwich lunch that a nice big cream puff would be nice; I’m able but unwilling to MAKE one for him right now, but I might stop and BUY one.
The many pets at the Pet Hostel all seem content. Gary knows their routines and all their separate diets for while I’m in Calgary.
Everyone take care. Don’t let my rant today bother you; I’m usually very easy to get along with.



