a dog day morning

Feb 23, 2013

a dog day morning

Sound asleep early this morning I am jolted awake by barking dogs. Our hounds bark like crazy when someone pulls in the driveway… and after a late night and on my Saturday morning off, that’s just what happened.

This car pulls all the way back to the garage and stops. I look out the window and see two younger guys talking, but making no effort to get out of their car. After about 5 minutes of wondering why some strange car is parked right beside my bedroom window, I walk out the front door in my pj’s, trudge down the driveway to stop and stand at the passenger side window. They don’t even notice me! So with my grumpy scowl and just out of bed attire, I peck on their window and restrain from putting my hands around the throat of the first dude I could reach the second the window rolled down.

The driver, still chatting on his cell, reaches in the back of his car, pulls out a stinky, hairy dog and shoves it toward me. My expression must’ve changed so much it warranted a response… “You ‘da groomer?

Do I look like a dog groomer, asshole sir?