Well, let me tell you about the horrid week I had last week.

First of all, I had this dog decide to wee all over me and himself. I was almost finished grooming him. I had clipped the first time, washed and dried and had finished the second clip all except his head and ears. He didnt want to let me lift his chin to shave down his neck. I griped his snout with my thumb and two fingers. (like I,ve done to a hundred dogs, this simulates a dominant dogs bite and usually snaps them back into compliance). He felt I was being too agressive, I guess, so he got scared.  I was holding the dog facing me and he begain to wee.

The dog was standing on his hind legs with his front feet on my chest.When I felt the liquid warmth running down my stomach and thigh I realized what was going on, I tried to turn him away from me, but then realized he was getting not only me totally wet but himself as well. I had to totally rewash, dry and fluff this darn dog. Not to mention try to figure out something dry for me to wear. I got lucky and found a used grooming top and a hot pink pair of grooming pants in the restroom that I wore about 20 pounds ago.  I wiggled into the extra tight pants and finished my grooming duties.

At the end of the business day  my responsiblities included a trip to the bank. They got a hoot out of my painted on hot pink silky britches. They were impossable to miss, since they made a loud "zip,zip" noise with every brush of my thighs as I walked.