So humom is celebrating the end of the semester. Last day of class, rather -- grading still to come, as she never tires of reminding me. Anywooo, now she's running around strewing lists and cash, trying to catch up with holiday obligations. I'm contributing much Malafluff to the proceedings. Smirk.
Today the antique Autumn Gold fire alarm went off and wouldn't stop. EARSPLITTING for the delicate Malamute ears, and not happy-making for the migraine-prone huperson either. So what better idea than to visit the groomer? Humom searched for a Petco online, since all I really need is a nail and Sam-I-Am-hair trim. Got directions and everything. We had a fun drive through downtown HNL, me in the front seat. One way streets, not exactly a crow-flight, but I managed not to barf all over the car. So we get to the address, by several adventurous and not entirely legal maneuvers, and there's not a Petco in sight. Humom drives around a while, but downtown is clearly Petco-free.
When we get home, the damn fire alarm is still screaming! Humom lets me hang out in the hall while the Front Desk gets around to sending up the nice maintenance guy, who sends up the manager, at which point we head for the park ... Good, if slow, thinking, humom! When we get home, the silence is thick. We curl up for a cuddle. Humom does sneak in a paw trim, then it's relaxation time!
--- Missy out
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