My dog STANK. He was so ranky again it was time for an emergency bath session. But the hubster and I both hate bathing him in our tub and I don't want the mess in the kitchen. I win because I'm the wife, so hubby wants to try a new angle to get out of scrubbing on his knees. Off we went to a new place in town that caters to pet owners where we were told they had coin operated washing areas.
When we were pointed to the clerk to buy a token, I think my eyes narrowed in expectation of the bad news. I wasn't all that pleased with the amused look by three clerks that we were bringing in a froo-froo dog to wash as it was. Women's intuition, shopper's experience or whatever it was activated my bullshit radar. We were rung up for a $12.00 self service wash. Not a wash by a professional, but a self service wash.
The horror hung on my husband's face as he scanned my mood and the register over and over. Horror, amusement and intermittent hope that I would be crazy enough to buy it and let him out of the tub washing hell; I flatly refused. $12 bucks is nearly half of a wash, cut, dry and nail trimming at the groomers. $12 to wash my own dog?!
I don't care what look I got from the guy. I was nice about it. I nearly don't care that they stood around talking about me for a while. I really don't give a hoot. I can get my car washed for half that price by four men. I sure as hell am not paying $12 to wash my own dog.
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