That's right. I give you nothing. Because for some CRUEL reason no groomer in the greater Houston area seems remotely interested in grooming my poor, hot and uncomfortable dog. I mean, it's in the 90's here people. Look how he pants and whimpers for lesser locks.
Groomer #1 cancelled on me 5 minutes before my appointment on Monday because their groomer was having "car trouble". Sounds like a "you issue" to me as far as I'm concerned. Today, groomer #2 happily accepted my sweet pooch for a groom. Upon calling to check in, groomer #2 alerts me that she's "sick" and is "going home" but "don't worry, he got a bath". And can you believe the satanic beast tried charging me for it?! Again, another "you issue".
Which brings me to my point of this post. This is the life of a dog owner. Right now, it's the life of a dog owner who wants to verbally accost the next human who does me (or Watson) wrong, but generally the life is relatively uneventful. Do you really like Watson Wednesdays? Do you wake up on Wednesday mornings giddy as all hell and hope to bajeez that I deliver the Watson Wednesdays of your dreams? If so, I'll continue on but I'm hard pressed for content, dear readers. Will you all hate me if I made Watson Wednesdays a Facebook thing?
Tell me your thoughts, emotions and wildest dreams for Watson and his Wednesdays. He needs his ego stroked a little bit right now.