08/22/2026
Out of all the stories I have written about my clients since I started my pet grooming business, I finally have a title for one of my latest appointments. Enjoy at your own leisure, and Lord, please forgive me for all my puns. π
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bUt ThAt'S sOmEtHiNg Ai wOuLd sAy.
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"Tales of the Furry Turd Burglar"
by
Steve Miller (not to be confused with the Steve Miller Band)
Once upon a time there were three rescues by the names of Baby Girl, Luna and Abby. β€οΈ
All three little puppers enjoy playin' outdoors and have the time of their lives, with activities such as fetch, tag, DoggyDoggyE wrastlin' and Doggy in the Middle.
Ticks are bad, m'kay? All three pups are on flea/tick prevention, but down in their neck of the Hundred Acre Woods a few of those annoying tick stragglers are bound to disturb the peace. Just to be sure, the owner requested a tick treatment with their Nasty Critter baths.
We congregated in my humble little shop. Everything is organized and CLEAN. The owner and I start chatting and two of the puppers immediately turned into lap dogs. Little did we know our ongoing conversation was a distraction from the inevitable.
The owner just so happened to look down on the floor behind her and saw a horrific sight: a giant dookie pile in the shape of chunky peanut butter cookie dough with a few chocolate sprinkles. The owner apologetically cleaned up the mush, we chatted for a bit more then she headed off to work.
Abby the little black pupper thought to herself, "Well if my sibling can drop a deuce on the floor, then I too shall pass decadent fudge rounds and deliver them straight onto said floor."
I haven't wretched this hard in a long time. The putrid odor stung my nostrils. My nose filed a temporary restraining order.
After the brown mist cleared, it was time for their baths. One by one, each pupper was lifted into my tub for a luxurious Nasty Critter tick bath and towel dry. Full body massages were upgraded to premium pampering, as if they weren't premium enough.
Speaking of Pampers, Abby's bootyhole stank. There's nothing more demoralizing than scrubbing a sphincter after a fresh Cleveland Steamer comes chugging into the picture, but duty calls.
Hehe; he said doody.
The finale came. Full body massages were upgraded to the Ultimate package when the towels came into play, with all three puppers looking and feeling relaxed, no cap on God fr fr skibidi fam or whatever the cool kids are saying these days.
After receiving royal bandanas to enhance the cuteness overload, we engaged in a little photo shoot and playtime, with the puppers devouring more of my treat inventory. Unfortunately for me it was time for them to go, so I gave Baby Girl, Luna and Abby lots more love and we parted ways.
This ain't a goodbye, it's an 'I'll see ya later' because I know they'll be back again for more love, treats and shenanigans.
Shoutout to the owner and her sweet rescues for the hospitality. And shoutout to you for reading. π Thank y'all for supporting me on this new journey. I enjoy every last bit of what I do. β€οΈ
Dm me or call/text me at 256-689-0195 so I can love on your pup today! I'm always here if ya need me. π