WORK STORY: DOGS!!!!!! , Catfish & Samesies and an “Oopsie daisies ” wardrobe malfunction caused by Miss Roxy

DOGS- Yep…the stars of today’s work story are almost ALL dogs…lol!  My daughter brought her 2 in today, “Bobby and Dobie”…It seems Miss Roxy has decided to be a bit protective of her Aunt a bit…as I was holding her, she gave a warning growl to Bob and Dobie….lol

My friend Angela brought her dog by too…never seen anything like it before…he is a beagle/cattle dog mix…but he’s more like a mr.potatoe head dog…he has the torso of a cattle dog, and then the head and tail of a beagle…it is pretty trippy…this is not photoshopped lol

My beautiful favorite golden retriever “Dolly” came for a visit too!!! For some reason I always want to break into song when I see her and start singing “Well hello Dolly….”…smiling nicely for me behind the counter

Ok time for a break from the doggies…Roxy’s story will come later…

 

CATFISH- My daughters went to the farmer’s market today and hand delivered the most delicious catfish sandwich to me….talk about YUMMMMM…my tummy was pleased =) I may, or may not have shared a wee bit with Dobie, Bob and Roxy…

 

SAMESIES- My friend Angela came by today (as stated earlier with mr.potato head dog), we have really become good friends, I adore her. One of the things we often giggle about is how similar we are…tons in common, she is the one who brought all the cd’s in for me to burn…first time we met she said, “OMG…I have the same pair of glasses as you!!!”…me-“NO way!!!”….I guess she was telling the truth…

ROXY & The Oopsie Daisies- Boss lady was not originally going to golf today, but she told me this morning I got to have my niece dog again! I was so flipping excited!! My daughter said, “Mom, there is something wrong with you.”…lol..(boss lady had one of her best golf days ever…see? it’s a good thing I begged to babysit again). Let me just say, I have never fallen so in love with someone else’s dog…never happened…I love MY dogs only…kinda like kids…I love mine…yours are a pain in the ass…ok back to Miss Roxy…I was entering stuff in the computer, so this is when i made a little hammock out of my top so she could be in my lap…she loved it

During one quiet point, I was walking through store and making it proper, I thought I would hold her while I did that….she fell fast asleep…it’s almost like she is smiling while she is sleeping…I really don’t snuggle her that much, I promise, but when boss lady AND her hubby say Roxy smells like me, I might be a little bit busted…hey I get my work done…lol

OOPSIES!- Roxy has this weird habit of sticking her paw down your top…I thought it was a fluke at first, but boss lady says she does it with her too almost like she is saying “You cannot put me down if I anchor my foot here”…lol…so I was holding her when a a regular customer came in…customer wants to see Roxy, so I walk over…customer says, “Umm Jenn?”…me- “Yes?”….customer- “Roxy is trying to show off your boobs I think.”…I look down, sure enough, Roxy’s paw is pushing my top down, the ladies, while not fully exposed, were right out there(more like a lot of cleavage showing)…thank GOD i was wearing a tank top underneath and that this customer was female!…I would have been mortified had it been anyone else!!!!…I look at Roxy and say, “You sassy girl!” apologize to customer and then sheepishly pull my top up…and that, my friends, was my Janet Jackson moment…!!!

 

CHESTER: The Original Grumpy Cat

As a photographer, I must preface this blog by asking forgiveness for the quality of the pics that will accompany this blog. I had to use my cell phone to take a pic of a pic lol.

Chester…Silver Point Persian with papers, 14 yrs old.

Persians have the worst furballs, matted knots etc if you do not maintain them everyday…yeah…i’m not that dedicated. Learned very early on to take Chester to the groomer. He got the traditional “lion cut” everytime. Everything shaved but the head and tail.

Chester is a badass. When I got him, I had an English Mastiff and St. Bernard. Chester would climb up on the gate, as a kitten and let both dogs groom him.

OK so getting to the point…new groomer about 11 years ago, cuts him to the point he needs stitches….no charge….ummm ya think? i was NOT happy

next grooming appointment, i took him to my trusted Vet…who states clearly he is not a groomer…first visit with Ken? oh sweet jesus…LMAO

My poor boy came home looking like a 2yr old took the clippers to him. He was ashamed, devastated even. In the one pic I am posting, he was proud of his sexiness (when is it was done right).

After the visit with Ken….11 years ago…my man decided he would never be shamed like that again. Not one single matt…he is meticulous. Has not been groomed since and he is flawless.

Yes, I may walk around with furballs on my butt…but this cool cat has been shamed so bad, he has not had one single issue, he takes care of it.

And yes, this man, after 14yrs, is still the one to be in my face when i have a nightmare..purring…comforting

 

WORK STORY: Another notch in the belt loop..

My jeans are too big again, so is my leather belt that prevents them from falling down…lol…started brainstorming…*LIGHTBULB GOES OFF*…scissors!!!! Nope…that didn’t work AT ALL. I am fully aware I tend to be a bit of a clumsy bugger… and I have learned my lesson with the box cutter, but as I stared at it, I realized it was my only choice. After gashing my leg and ruing a pair of leggings previously, I approach that dangerous weapon with caution.

No one was in the store, so I removed my belt and placed it on the counter. I quickly grabbed the box cutter and began to work the leather, creating a new notch. I was very careful to cut away from me…(lesson learned).

After a quick test to see if the prong would would go through, I accidentally drop the box cutter. I bent down to retrieve it, and as I stood back up, my jeans are halfway down my ass. Thank GOD no one was in the store! But as I am pulling them up, a customer pulls in. Shit.

I quickly begin pulling my belt through the loopholes. Jeans are already sliding down again. After another quick recovery by pulling them up.,I am buckling my belt  all ninja like as customer walks in. We both stare at each other like we got caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. That deer in headlights kind of stare.

Customer: “Did I interrupt something?”

Me: (while turning 50 shades of red) “It’s not what it looks like.”

Customer:”Want me to come back in 5 minutes?”

Me: “I swear, I was just fixing my belt!”

Customer: “People don’t blush like that when they are fixing things.”

Me: “Swedes do, I swear I just fixed my belt, but you came in as I was trying to put it back on.”

Awkward silence….cue crickets chirping.

Yeah, so THAT happened. Note to self, do not try fixing pants at work.