Last post I told you about our stuffie washer konking out. Then it got ran over by a tractor. It's sitting out by the big barn, ready to be hauled away. Now today out stuffie dryer made a screeching sound and died a sudden death. It joined the washer and now both have to go to the dump (a place I still have not visited but have moved that to the top of my bucket list). It has definitely not been a good week to be a major appliance at our house.
Since I'm getting a bit ragged around the edges, I have a grooming appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning. I believe Cap and Glynn are going with me, too. Sounds like an all-day job to me, grooming three fuzzy pups at the same time. I don't mind the hair cuts, the baths aren't too bad, but I just hate the fufu juice they spritz on me before I go home. I prefer to smell au natural dogge.