"Garraagh...braaaiiins..."
I hate ChowChows.
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...Correction: I hate most chowchows except for my own, former, chowchow because good ol' Shamon is a pile of ashes in a ziploc baggie under my mom's bed. He's low-maintenance like that.
But the Chow we had to groom today? Sure, he was cute: imagine this great big, fluffy, cremay-white dog with huuuge dark eyes. But he barked and was bitchy and, oh hell yes, we clipped that sucker down to the skin. So, now, he's pretty close to nekkid, save his tail and his huuuge foofy head. And I don't care, because he took all day to freaking clip and I'm wicked happy the juniors are bathing him on Monday and not us. I really wouldn't have minded as much, if he didn't smell like fish and if he hadn't tried to pee on us to try to escape.
...I'm gonna take a nap, now. A nice, looong nap. And hopefully I won't feel like I need to take three showers in bleach by tomorrow morning, because I'm going to an open house at Salem State, then.
Also, love on Skane, because she not only wrote me a letter of recommendation for my portfolio in business class, but she also tossed together a letter of recommendation for me to go to Montserrat, too. <3 Gonna have to go overtime on my art portfolio now.