Of Paws and Pet Rocks
This story is for all the Barrys out there.
You deserve a happy ending.
“Aren’t you precious?” I cooed as I rubbed behind the ears of Mary Queen of Scots, the little Shih Tzu on the table before me.
Her tail wagged happily, and she panted as I gave her lots of doggy attention. Matteus Browning, her owner, hovered nearby.
“You don’t have to stay, you know. There’s a waiting area outside.” I cleaned Mary’s ears and then started on her nails.
I worked as a pet groomer five days a week. I even had my own private room so I could give specialized attention to each animal in my care, without distractions from other workers. Though sometimes the owners preferred to stay and watch over their little Fifi or Mumsie.
“But she gets nervous when I’m not around, you know?” Ac
