Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

I took a risk this week. I trusted a groomer with my dog. Barley went in fluffy and full of confidence, and came out looking like a completely different animal with the same name and wounded spirit. When we got home, Karsyn saw her, paused for a second, and said…“awww…Barley is bald.”

Which was kinda rude, but also not wrong, and then immediately after that…she became OBSESSED with her. Following her around. Hugging her. Petting her nonstop like she just got a brand new dog instead of the same dog with less hair.

Barley didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered. There’s something about toddlers that just say exactly what everyone else is thinking, and then move on like nothing happened. No filter. No hesitation…just saying what’s on her mind. . So yeah, the last risk I took didn’t involve anything life-changing.

Just a groomer, and a little girl who will absolutely humble you in 0.2 seconds.

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Since I ignored my poor baby’s grooming needs, these are some things the groomer suggested so she doesn’t get shaved again.

Just a heads up — some of these are Amazon affiliate links, which means if you end up spoiling your dog like I’m currently spoiling Barley after her traumatic grooming experience, I may earn a small commission. It doesn’t cost you anything extra, it just helps keep the treats (and wine) flowing over here