Hair of the dog (that bit me)

OK, I’m officially mortified.
I took the girls to the groomer today. A little day of beauty.
I told Kimberly that they were a mess. I told her I wasn’t kidding.
She blocked out the entire afternoon to work with the dogs.
I called at 5 p.m. to see where everything stood.
“Not good,” she said. “One is out of the bath, but the other one just got in. We’re looking at like 7:30 or 8.”
I had to be at a Forest Service meeting from 6-8 p.m.
My buddy who was going to pick them up had car trouble.
“Don’t worry about it,” Kimberly said. “Just go to your meeting. I’ll just busy myself until you get here.”
Of course, the meeting ran late. Then lots of people wanted to talk.
My cell rang.
“You on your way?” Kimberly asked.
“Yep.”
I was still 20 minutes away.
(Stop. Look at those dogs. Are they not cute and beautiful?)
As I was walking in, I noticed that Kimberly had some sort of stuffed animal on the table.
“Like my dog?” she asked.
I said yes – then took a really long, hard look at it.
“I made it from Scully, mostly,” she said. “Just the white parts are Trinity.”
Yes, she had enough time to build a complete dog out of fur from mostly one dog.
Ouch.
“I’m going to spray hairspray on it, shellac it,” she said. “And take a picture.”
I tipped her, big time, and also gave her and her husband Toll House chocolate chip/pecan cookies and some tangerine bath salts I made Saturday for Christmas gifts.
I’ll get the dog fur dog picture and post it.
Meanwhile…
“Invest in a comb and really work it,” Kimberly said. “A brush will just get the surface.”
Good to know.