Oh, Case, that's easy to remember, my name's Casey!

Hank has been in need of a bath for a while now, and today was his lucky day! We scheduled him for a bath at the Pet Smart grooming salon. One of the managers in my office says it's the only place she'll take her husky, so I figured that's a good sign. Hank's bath was scheduled for 1:30. We showed up and they were checking in a really cute 10 week old black lab. Then, a woman showed up with her wolf/mix. Also a pretty dog. And Hank was his typical curious self. We got him checked in, and the gal said it may take longer because it's the puppy's first time and he needs a little TLC. I can understand that, no big deal. Then she says Hank will be ready by 5! Yup, we checked him in at 1:30...

About 3:30, Jeremiah gets a call that Hank won't go in the kennel, it took 3 people to shove him in. He was vocal in his kennel, and they decided that they couldn't take him in and out for different things they were doing (teeth brushing, bath, nail clipping, ears, and other stuff that added up to $40!). Anyway, it's been a long time since he had a good bath, so we were excited for this. So, then she says it's going to be 6, that he needs to be her last client because she can't bring him in and out of the kennel.

So, Pet Smart & the grooming salon both close at 6. We showed up about 5 till 6, and went back to get Hank. I walk in and they said she was finishing up, so to go pay up front. I went up and paid, and we came back in. HERE'S WHERE IT GETS GOOD.

We walked into the salon just in time to hear from the back "No, Hank! ow!" Oh crap, this isn't going to be good. Our groomer comes hobbling out with Hank racing in front of her. Evidently this 200 lb lesbian busted her ankle a year ago and Hank helped her to aggravate it again. So, we aren't feeling good, even though we were just laughing at what we heard from the back. So, they come out to the front room, and she informs us she still needs to trim his nails and clean his ears. I offered to come over and help her out. We lift him up onto the table that moves so she's at an easier level to trim them. I continued to give him kisses and feed him treats, and he did OK, and the ear thing went quickly, and then he was DONE!

The woman apologized profusely and said "My name's Casey if you want to use me next time!" if we want to use her again, she said to ask for an express cleaning and she won't charge us for it. She also said he needs to be the first or last client because he doesn't kennel at all. Duh, we could have told her he hates the kennel. She did say he was trying to dig to China. Yeah, we know, he got out and ran all over the house when we tried, he broke the damn kennel and we returned it, HA!

So, it turns out that Hank is REALLY clean, he smells great and his teeth look good. We probably will go back again, knowing that this was a too-full grooming salon today and that Hank is not the easiest client in the world (insert your own "takes after his mom" joke here).