Trim Rover, Trim Rover?
Let Julie come over!
Our rescue dog went from a life of abject poverty to one of blissful luxury. At least by canine standards. In his current life, he now has soft little beds in every room of the house and meals prepared by hand. Not MY hand, you kidding? I can barely feed and clothe my sorry excuse for a life, you think the dog stands a chance?
Naah, he's a charmer and gets the rest of the family to attend to his every need. EXCEPT the grooming part, which is now the purview of Julie and Fuzzy Hearts Grooming. Here's how it works:
Julie pulls into the driveway in her Mobile Grooming Lab and Styling Emporium, plugs a super-long extension cord in and then your pooch hops in, and I guess the magic happens. I stayed in the house where I couldn't offer any of that, uh... "help." In a half hour or so, Julie did a masterful grooming job, clipped the nails, probably told some stories about other dogs, y'know. The way chit-chat goes down in the salon. Then, with a brand new kerchief and a bounce in his step, the luckiest dog in Ohio leaped out of the truck, back in the house and stood in front of the mirror, for what seemed like hours. Handsome, beyond measure. Beyond belief.
"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors."
― Tennessee Williams read more