As of 10:28 this morning, things are going to get pretty hairy around here. Or, at least one thing will.
I packed an enthusiastic Mamie into the car this morning and then listened for the next ten minutes as her mutterings from the back seat grew increasingly apprehensive. We arrived, I lifted her from the seat, and as usual was grateful I’d attached her leash as she started toward the street to go somewhere, anywhere else than here at the groomers.
Once at the door, we stood there unable to go in, and if Mamie could read, she would have felt like a death row inmate who hears that call from the governor just before entering the execution chamber. Because there on the door was a hand scribbled sign that said:
Temporarily closed due to Covid.
Huh? I stood there dumbly for a few minutes, rereading the sign. I mean I had an appointment, dagnab it! And a dirty, wooly dog.
I have no idea how long they’ve been closed, or how soon they’ll open.
In the meantime, I wonder how long it’ll be before we go from the Mamie we have now
to the Mamie we first adopted.