[Dailydrool] Mariah checking in

[Val lbrewerzwick]

This is Mariah the Maraudah checking in from Hawaii.
  Well, today was awful.  Mom and Dad took us three dogs to PETCO to have our toebones chopped.  Usually they take us to the vet person.  I don’t like going to the vet person since he and his minions don’t put up with any nonsense and so I get my toebones chopped.  I rather like PETCO because they are afraid of nonsense and chances are 50/50 you can bully them out of a toenail chop.
  I am sure many of you have bad things to say about PETCO (Mom is there all day every Saturday with dogs I’ve never even sniffed, trying to find them homes with the all-breed rescue that she works with, and she says she knows everyone there and  booked us in with a very good person she trusts for our spa treatment.  Yeah, right.)  But, haha, she forgot about the no tolerance for nonsense policy.    Mila and Ipo were of course friendly, cooperative and gracious, as always; submitted peacefully to a toenail trim,  and thanked the groomer afterwards for the lovely pedicure.
  Fools.  Not me.  I growled at the groomer almost immediately, as soon as she lifted my foot, ( even though she is a friend of mom’s) and said, “You ain’t touchin’ my toenails, babe.  Pet me all you like and I’ll wag and kiss, but touch those tootsies and you’re toast!” 

  And so the groomer returned me right away to mom untouched, telling Mom,, sorry, she couldn’t work with me because I was threatening her.  

  Woo hoo. Victory, Mariah, right? You go, girl. You go, girl. Right?

   Wrong.  The head of the rescue Mom volunteers with on weekends was also present at PETCO that day.  this person  is a force to be reckoned with, a Cesar Milan protege, and basically one no-nonsense tough cookie. Her name is Debbie. Mom went over to Debbie and asked her, “Hey,  Miss Mariah just intimidated the groomer out of a toenail trim. Could you do me a favor and cut her nails?  I hate to see her get away with intimidation tactics.” Miss Debbie said sure, and we all went outside, and Miss Debbie showed Mom how to hold me in a hammerlock, while Miss Debbie snip snip snipped away and it was over with in just a few minutes.  Nary a growl from me. Hey,I was totally overpowered, so  didn’t even object and it wasn’t all that bad.  sigh.  if you can’t get away with intimidating someone, why even try?  I know when I’m outmatched.
   to be honest, I would probably not have bitten the groomer. I just wanted to show her who was in charge and who’s the boss.   I know what I want and what I don’t want and I assert my wishes and rights. That’s the kind of girl I am!  Power to the Pupple.  Sigh.  I’m like an adolescent human.  I want no limits, except I do.  Life can be confusing.

Pw. Mariah the Maraudah of Hawaii (not a beginner level dog)