Friday Mornings Are Not Supposed To Be This Stressful

Seriously!!  What the hell was I thinking!!!  Why did I schedule BOTH Bogey and Reba (note photo above documenting the chaos in the car going to the groomer- don't hate on the driver with no make up on :-)) for grooming appointments at the SAME TIME????  My lord.  Just getting them in the car was nuts.  For Reba to successfully get in any vehicle, she has to get a running start to jump in the car.  Well, the car was in the garage, so she couldn't get her running start.  So she just stood there, looking at the back seat.  So I picked her back end up and got her in the car.  One down, one to go.  (not so fast....)  Now it was time to get Ol Man Bogey into the back seat.  Well, he can't jump in the car anymore, so I have to pick him up and put him in the back seat.  Lifting 72 pounds of dead weight and bad hips (both Bogey and me) isn't what I had planned for this morning.  And, to add to the craziness, as soon as I opened the back door to the Camry, Reba jumped out. Shit.  Yes, there were several swear words going on in the Fahrenbruch garage.  I sure hope all the little kiddos at my neighbor's day care across the street were safely in the house because this woman was swearing like a sailor!  Finally, I got both crackheads in the backseat.  Then I hear this baby HOWL at the backdoor.  It's Morgan.  He's pissed because he wants to go too.  Well, after poopgate last night, I sure as hell wasn't going to leave him home alone.  So I picked him up and plopped him in the front seat and away we went.

(Here are the three amigos finally in the car)

I will reiterate again....what in the wackoland of hell was I thinking?  I had to look like the crazy lady with three dogs going down the highway (mind you....in AM rush hour traffic).  I am SURE I got some looks.  All I could think of was I must have looked like a clown car and the music of "Afro Circus" from Madagascar 3 was ringing in my head. 










(Reba...get your frickin nose outta my EAR!)





(Sweet ol' Bogey.  He loves to ride in the car.  Hell, he probably doesn't even know he's in the car)







(And...here's the captain of this crazy ship cruisin down the road.  Morgie LOVES to ride in the car, especially in the front seat on my leg)
















So I finally get to groomer and I can see the gals in the window laughing at me.  I have dog heads sticking out of the windows and there is a line of frozen drool down the side of the Camry where Reba went crazy.  Lawd....what a hot mess.  So then the trick is to get each dog out one by one so they don't run away.  Well, Reba still thinks she is at the race track, so any door that opens she busts right through.  This morning was no different.  The trick is to crack the door, and stick your arm in and grab her leash.  Well, she must have been excited for her "beautification day" because she didn't give me a chance to grab her leash.  Holy balls.  Thank Goodness I have my Holiday thunder thighs still, because I had her head squeezed between my thighs until I grabbed her leash. Thank the lord I finally got her inside the groomers- and I was in serious need of a lint brush!  Then I remember: holy shit- I left the keys in the ignition!!  What if that little bugger Morgan hits the lock button on the driver side door.  So I sprint out to the car and sure enough, he was on standing on the door handle but thank GOODNESS he didn't lock the door.  Wouldn't Fred have LOVED a call from me this AM to come bring a spare set of keys because I have two dogs locked in the Camry in the groomers parking lot.  So I get Bogey out of the car and as we are heading to the front door of the groomers, he pops a squat- right there on the sidewalk.  Wonderful.  And of course the groomer gals are rolling at this point.  So I get him in the door and one of them already has the poop bag ready for me.  BUT...get this; I have to take the poop bag home with me.  They won't take it!  WTH?  I was tempted to give it a whirl, but instead I put the smelly ass bag in the trunk.  OH CRAP!  It's still in there! (best be gettin that and putting in the trash, stat).  (smile).   Thank goodness the pickup and ride home was uneventful. I think this is enough excitement for a Friday for me.  Happy Weekend All!!!