I took my 120-pound dog, Hartley, for his first visit at Pampered Puppies--a nail trim--several months ago. Had called to schedule and spoke with one of the owners, Michael, who said his daughter, Alexis, was the best one and to book with her. I did. When I arrived, the staff instantly warmed up to my gentle giant. My dog is pure calm love. He thrives on touch and snuggles and hugs. They embraced him. Alexis took Hartley into the grooming room and Hartley lay on the floor as she and an assistant cut his nails. It was perfect. My dog felt completely comfortable. I left pleasantly surprised. Recently, I called to book a second nail trim appointment. Alexis answered the phone at 8:30 am. She looked my dog up in their records, saw his photo and remembered him. I said it was not urgent but she asked if I could come at 10 am and we did. When we arrived, she was at the front desk. She quickly took my dog into the grooming room where two groomers were with other clients. She knelt down on the floor next to him and said, "Down." My dog has not been taught that command so he did not respond, though had she given him ten seconds he would have been on his side hoping for a belly rub. That is what he does naturally. She did not wait. I then heard her snap, "Well, if you're not going to lie down, you'll have to go up here." (Meaning up on the metal slab.) Not sure if those tables move up and down, but Alexis, who is quite small, did not lower the table but instead grabbed my dog's hind end and attempted to throw him up onto the table. Someone came to assist with the front end. It was awkward and rough. She then strapped Hartley to the contraption under the rear part of his belly and under his chest. He was petrified. Alexis proceeded alone to cut my dog's nails. His tail was curled so tightly under his body that it was pointing toward his head. I adopted this sweet dog 2-1/2 years ago. He had been abused. Since he has been with me, I had never seen him put his tail between his legs. I was horrified! The nail trimming seemed to take an eternity. Near the end, a woman who I believe to be the other owner, came by and said, "Oh, is that your dog with his tail between his legs?" Yes, and why didn't she go help my dog? When Alexis brought Hartley out to me, I asked her why she didn't cut his nails on the floor like last time when it worked so well that way. She retorted that it's only because she's not a groomer (which I didn't know and which explains why her father said she was the best for nail trims--don't take up the actual groomers' time with that lowly task) that she is why she is able to trim nails with dogs on the floor when the others could not. According to her, professional groomers are not allowed to cut nails with dogs on the floor. Really? That is not my experience in my twelve years of owning dogs. We left quickly. Hartley was so upset that he was nearly hyperventilating for more than a half hour. Even his mama's soothing voice could not take away his angst. I felt helpless. On the ride home, he buried his head in the corner of the back seat next to the window that he normally loves to stick his head out of. I was devastated that my dog that loves everyone and everything had been so traumatized--and at a place with "Pampered" in its name. The definition of pampered is "indulged with every attention, comfort, and kindness; spoiled." My dog got NO PAMPERING OR TLC WHATSOEVER! No calming voice steadying him through the nail cut as he had straps all over him and was high up on a cold metal platform for the first time ever. It was appalling and inexcusable. Hartley is so easy to engage with and a very peaceful spirit. He warms up to everybody in a heartbeat. He deserved to be treated with respect and kindness at a minimum. I could not intervene because of Covid and masks and the fact that other peoples' animals were in the same room being groomed and deserved quiet. When I got home, I called the owner that had recommended Alexis and told him how upset I was that my dog was so upset by how he was handled at Pampered Puppies. I was in tears. He told me he saw my dog walking out and he was wagging his tail. I replied that dogs wag their tails for many reasons and it doesn't always indicate happiness. (A tail wagging to the right indicates positive emotions, and a tail wagging to the left indicates negative emotions. Any person with dog experience knows this.) No doubt Hartley was glad to be leaving that horror show. I certainly was. And then Mr. Insensitivity and Lack of Ownership had the nerve to suggest that perhaps my dog doesn't like car rides! O.M.G. 100% not true! And how dismissive and insulting. Never going back to that awful place. I feel so guilty for having exposed my dog to this. Wish I could rewind the tape and start over. Still upset and just writing this review is bringing tears to my eyes. Sorry, Hartley. It won't happen again. read more