I went for my haircut today. Gosh, it has been 4 months since I last saw Miryana. The last time my cut was so short my brother Jim, Vancouver asked me what was going on. Little did he know Miryana simply tidied up a hack job I had done to my own hair.
Marilyn and I nicknamed her Miss Scissor-Hands because of the way she handles those scissors. You know, snip, snip, snip. God, she doesn’t stop, the snip, snip goes on forever… Her and I go back 20+ years now.
Incredibly all sizes and breeds intermingle, they each have a bed, their own bowl, and live on the first floor of the farmhouse.
She just lines them up. I heard no cages but can this be?
I’m not sure if it’s a spa, but each bundle of cuteness, is seriously in love with this girl. The owners say their dogs are more relaxed when they pick them up.
What is the secret I wonder?Why does this community thrive so well?
Are there rules and regulations? There must be for the dog owners as well knowing this girl. I suspect she’s a dog whisperer type of person. I mean for god’s sake, she has time for coffee! I’ve got to dig deeper…
When I saw the picture of her beloved, the little black face puppy, it occurred to me that Miss Scissor-Hands was well equipped to do the honour of beautification in terms of a haircut. WHAT? No! Surprisingly this little fur baby is professionally groomed.
Look at that little pink tongue! This puppy makes her light up. She’s crazy in love, what a face…
It was so great to see Miryana today. Of course we talked about Marilyn… and other things like going to Paris, or maybe Aruba, or maybe a cruise around the world.
You’d be surprised how cathartic getting your hair cut is with an old friend…. I always leave there feeling better.
Love and Hugs,